Last night I dreamt I was flying on top of my mattress hovering just above the roads, the point of which was to see everything from a different perspective, which I did:

After it became quite natural I began to wonder what if this flight is the one that will never end the one that must continue until the question is answered. Then I began to question myself my ability to fly my mattress. Could I turn the corners properly? Did I have to stop at traffic lights?

All these questions began to confuse me and I realised I was running away from something so to speak but of what I did not know but I assumed it had something to do with her. The girl so delicate she flew along side me without her mattress. She joined me for only a second as I held her hand she disappeared.

Why she disappeared so quickly was not apparent but she must be brought back for this longing this journey I am embarking on must eventually come to an end - an end is in sight the end is her lips against mine pressed gently in flight soundless, seamless dry for dry’s sake.

I am now defining my own ability to communicate with her although the words still cannot be heard muffled through her kiss - the kiss with no end in sight.

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