Monday, October 18, 2010

Long.


While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee.




I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning.




If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you.


For me, imagination and desire are very close.


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