You just simply couldn’t bloom in my dreams. This morning, while overlooking my fiction kaleidoscope, I went gloom. I was expecting to grab your crispy existence in the odorous sips of coffee. But all I could see were only wild strawberries, messed in the woods. No fluttering existence of yours around. I don’t know if it is hopeless to pluck off strawberries, while you are not here. I’ll be waiting. Will you come? Garden. Plenty of scrub stroke our feet tenderly with their colours and scents. Do you feel that? I don’t know if there is you or tithes of my dreams dust in the Universe. I would like to feel dew in my fingertips with you. But you’re just a mirage cat in tucks of my bedding this morning. In the garden. I pass over the guitar strings with my fingertips while being stupefied. Chords secretly tickle my neck. It doesn’t matter, if this song would be slightly different than forest pixie’s song. But I didn’t even want to.

You just simply couldn’t bloom in my dreams. This morning, while overlooking my fiction kaleidoscope, I went gloom. I was expecting to grab your crispy existence in the odorous sips of coffee. But all I could see were only wild strawberries, messed in the woods. No fluttering existence of yours around. I don’t know if it is hopeless to pluck off strawberries, while you are not here. I’ll be waiting. Will you come?

Garden. Plenty of scrub stroke our feet tenderly with their colours and scents. Do you feel that? I don’t know if there is you or tithes of my dreams dust in the Universe. I would like to feel dew in my fingertips with you. But you’re just a mirage cat in tucks of my bedding this morning. In the garden.

I pass over the guitar strings with my fingertips while being stupefied. Chords secretly tickle my neck. It doesn’t matter, if this song would be slightly different than forest pixie’s song. But I didn’t even want to.