I think of the exact point where I could be more human. I remember this bromance between two Hollywood actor pals, named Keanu and River, uneducated beings who defended nature, cats, and the kind and simple life. an example of the beauty of union in the face of the unpredictable ups and downs of living on a planet of chaos. A magical coincidence to counteract the impact of my fragility, like sentimental dreams between robots and malice.
oh how much you can stay!
come back, come back, and give me that hug I'm waiting for so long!
the chemicals that constitute me. the chemistry that lies within me. they are both the magnet I possess between the appearance of sweet dreams and regenerative chocolate.
like a hope, born of a child who wanted to understand the world, who wanted to meet someone and know so much about her and everything, but failed. I failed. in the midst of the astral strike. and I am left with the treasure of dreaming of you or thinking of you in silence, and watching the sky sounding like music. thinking that there is a shirt that can represent a beach, a pair of pants a Parisian park at night. a hat that is morning light in a hotel room that was paradise in the dawn hours.
I will love you, but I will never speak to you again!
I feel if I am strong enough. dream magic.
How much I pray that even if you never come back, you feel these words, and this energy comes.
I will love you, but I never speak to you again!
I feel that if I really belong. dream magic.
They say it's 7 years you will carry my energy, there are 6 left until it dissolves me. with all the eternal love, seconds, and dreamlike ether. Gods of love, I believed them, I felt it. I met love, though she rejected me. Young comrade, under the sky of Russia and Japan.
