amante et amant

yes. woke up remembering dreaming of you discussing law and literature. it was a grey day, we were on a grey couch, and i had my legs on your lap and the head on the arm rest. you are real, and you have rarely entered my dreams; you have entered me and my reality, not the dreams.

i was wondering if this was a wake up call. wake up to reality, it is better than the dreams!

i have to conclude that reality is far better. the dreams are the leftovers from the slavery to the present. dreams find no place in the unfurling of the universe and get caught in the imaginary world of the virtual delusions.

it occurs to me that you do not know, and that you do not care, and that it does not matter that there is another one.

it is nothing

she walked in the rain. she did. she keeps telling herself that it is nothing. she wonders if she even believes the lies that she tells herself. nothing. it is nothing. nothing.

it is nothing.

nothing.

reflection

you are the fantastic adventure. i am the fantastic adventure. we were born restless. you and i. you and i were born in a state of entanglement. i know your fear, i know your pain. we touched, we felt it.

there is a next chapter in our book. the pages are turning. change. we both know it.

not a dream

i have not been dreaming. reality is as the dream seems. language. you spoke of Napoli, i listened. i listened. i listened!

you make me think of laying in my death bed holding your hand. i want to die holding your hand. this is not a dream, but i forget. when i forget, i think it is a dream. not a dream.