My hands are trembling as my finger brushes hair behind your ear you've been sleeping an hour now and i have no plans of when i will dream because I'm already in a that certain mindstate the fact that you are here- head on my chest and that every single time i breathe, you breathe in and breathe out for me and you know you make me happy but did you know you make me more real? and you know you make me certain now I'm not sure if I'm here or asleep.
this winter doesn't seem like its going to be cold or anything at all it seems like this is all one giant dream and you will simply pass like a ship before the setting sun and maybe you will, maybe the it will go back into the ocean but this fire of lust or love or whatever this is its something, and its still inside me since the day if found you, or you found me
the past and you there playing the piano Amelie - with such small hands skipping keys my heart not open for some time, turning to wall you here laying down on me in secrets gardens. My go to, my Angel Eyes, my Lover thing.