I searched for you,lover
Through the telescopes of love
In the valleys of people , both dead and alive.
In an eternal hope that
There will be moon glistening in some sheer stone lake - devoid of frogs, ofcource. I will be wandering barefoot on the grass trying to remember where I left my hair tie and then you’ll meet me lying down with the pansies with an old rusty radio playing songs I will fail to register.
We will look at each other
And automatically learn the lyrics of the song and then - we ’d dance.
Just like that there would be an happily ever after for both of our lives.
See simple.
But what actually is going to happen ?
One will never find a lake so clear , who listens to radio today and first and foremost - I can’t really dance.
Or maybe I have dreamt of a life so good and very fictionyayi ( if that is even a word) I don’t want to snap out of it.
We all have some contradictions and here we I mean I go.
Some backgrounds are so beautiful , wood and texture so perfect that none of the pictures suits them good.
Our dreams are one of these backgrounds.
Our cuts are so exquisite - shaped and perfectly curated that none of the characters makes into it ( Ironman is an exception obviously ) this is all it takes us down towards sadness.
Sometimes you don’t even know how you love your best friend , can’t live without the cartoons your brother makes you watch every time and you can’t do anything about the ridiculous song you keep humming all the time.
Trust me when you’ll know all you are doing is to fly for kites and ignoring the little doves on your window sill - will leave a good part of your love story.
Who knows you have already found what you are desperately seeking ?
Love,
The thinking girl