Want.

Is a dream autobiography or fiction?

Is it something you have? Or something which has you?

It’s nice to know how to get what you want.

But in the pure arrogance of reason, we try to forget what we want.

This is not about forgetting though, it’s about remembering.

Remembering that feeling:

When I was in your arms, 

looking up to you 

and littlest amount of light 

came through the crack of the curtain,

illuminating the outline of your lips 

and nose perfectly…

that feeling of pure 

bliss.

I want it back.

xxx