Colored love.

During a blessed night she was there.

Her golden curls and blue eyes spoke to the depths of my heart, and that gaze

filled with love like a gentle hug.

I was sharing an unknown day with her. She was sitting, driving, while I lay on the seat, my head turned toward her, my feet stretched toward the back of the vehicle. It felt like a dream and of course the road was purple and the sky like a blu parade.

Awakenings reminded me of this truth, yet I embraced each one, only to dive back in again. I never wanted to end it and the rising light of dawn was already beginning to outline itself at the corners of the windows.

She was a like a stranger, so familiar that I felt lost. I was drifting, letting that soft sensation tinged with shadows, fill me up entirely.Then it became clear to me: my subconscious was running down the line . And then, she spoke to me. She asked what I wanted to do, but I could't answer. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. A bit surprised by my silence, she said, “Take the wheel, and let us live for the time of an instant.”

Slowly, I turned myself over and I embraced this moment by a newfound destiny.

As I finally took control of our carriage, she leaned closer, pressing herself against me. I felt her warm breath surround me.Then, pointing toward the horizon and the road ahead, she whispered, “Look with your heart.”

I never wanted the day waking up.

Dark Track to late crack.

Liquid space.