I`ve not been thinking about her. Rather, dreaming. Her
company and the things she`d say. Its all unconsciously done – I don`t even
know about it – the brain or a rebel who`s part of it, still desires to have
fun. We were swimming in a pool in the center of Paris – can you imagine. There
was a dream a few days back too – I can`t remember – the wonder that is you,
encompasses the length and the breadth of the skull, new memories, for the lack
of space, don`t exist, aren`t stored.
The past is the future.
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