building another made-up space where the voice of reality is a background melody as I sing to the lyrics of you from my memory
Smiling. Unconsciously I look like a fool
directing another romantic film where youβre still meant to be, the one that revives each part of me that has died long time ago in the graveyard of your memory
Daydreaming. Writing words I wish you would say
and painting images I hope would stay Still inside this made-up space where we move in a very graceful pace towards where you and I are the reality towards creating memories of our destiny