So long I’ve betrayed memories and jokes, and time was so spleening. Three by three I saw strange creatures passing by with cruelly sad eyes, and space began to shrink along my sides and grow in front of me. And I still know that you can go ahead, as you don’t deserve the naught of who surrenders.
I remember when you knocked. I was lonely, and floating, over moving satin. I touched you, and you caressed my little soul. I stared at you, and you moved around, making me spin, enjoying the centrifugal force, suffering for the centripetal constrain. I remember when you knocked. Again. And everything around me exploded, with bright lightnings and stars.
And I keep walking along this sweet tale,
while the narrator ties up the veil
and drags me along.