there’s nothing like this web of thoughts you bring to life to keep us dreaming.
separate with your hand light from darkness and set free your world of carved and phantomatic words.
can’t you see? the ocean of tears draws back leaving space to a landscape of love.
you can shape this realm as you like, you are the owner of this castle, creatures and fantasies.
at the sign of your finger life flows and the silence turns into symphony.
somewhere in the most lonesome corner I wait for you, I am your character, your shadow, your all and nothing.
100 words, memyselfandela, 2013