I realized it's been a long time and I don't know what happened, my memory has died; I recall an icy winter, full of blank skies and an empty soul, I waited until I couldn't feel my hands, and I wept until there was no air left. I loved for a long time, and so I hurt for a long time, too. I was left in my own winter wonderland, waiting for snow, waiting for love, but the world didn't turn and everything remained frozen in time.
Today is spring. The rain is heavy and the sky is bright, full and happy. It shines on me, like an inspiration, maybe today is the day I was waiting for, always longing for; but I don't feel the same. Something has disappeared from me, whether sadness, loneliness or whatever I had carried for so long, I can no longer find it within myself. I remained frozen all that time, but somehow melted into a happiness so unusual to me, it almost felt unreal. I remember it like a dream, hazy and pink, blurred and scented with roses. It was Paris, to me, perfect and ideal in every way. There was love and there was a clouded sky, like bunnies bouncing above the world. I was happy. I found bliss. I wanted to make it last for as long as I could, I tried to hold my breath and count to a million, but in all that whirlwind, I disappeared again, fell back into a new reverie, grey and dark, unlike the pink Paris I had loved.
For the first time in such a long time, I fell in love with a dream, a surreal image of myself and my love that I wanted to possess for ever. I keep dreaming, every night, like a child, and I keep wishing upon the brightest star in the lonely sky, hoping one day for a greater dream to come to me again. I'll love and love, I'll keep trying, and everything will be alright.
Thank you for the love. Thank you for the thoughts. I've been inspired after so long, after being so heavy and full of myself. I'm light like air, dancing in the galleries. I want to love and love. I'll dream once more. Thank you.