to live in that dream

There she was in a bright background with streaks visible on her face. She was sitting and smiling while slicking her hair amidst the soft wind. I could feel the throb of my heart as the gradation of my hand slowly slipped away from hers, and the tears left my eyes to go nowhere.

Can I stay here forever? I want to lie on the bed with you; to lean my flabby thigh on yours while you wrap me around like a fragile package; to be the forest fire of my frozen temple; to be myself again.

Maybe that’s the reason why I am here. I am in a place where fireflies exist in the dark, and brightness can’t hurt your eyes where I can close my eyes and just feel peace and melody. The friendly birds are chirping music and the innocent ocean meets my feet without traces of a treacherous slope, and I can stand still. Our fingers intertwine like how the water covered the dry earth.

I can clearly see the horizon and our chances to meet again. But today is not the day, and maybe that’s the reason why I was there.