retsin

you are the dream i shouldn't be having, the thoughts that make their way and cultivate a plan. you're the scene i shouldn't be reeling, a whirl wind of energy and a movie never made. you're pictures taken but never developed, memories etched and forgotten away. you're designs i store for safe keeping, fantasies of lust and cold winter days. you're fresh snow, untouched, untampered, concrete slabs poured and left to dry in the wind. you are the one of my creation, never had, but never taken away.