I met you in a dream: a child, trapped without your shoes, toxic blood -invisible- covered the walls and floors, I carried you out of your poison home, Whatever the route I chose, the timing would be
The vision lingers. Soft light holds me. I am afraid to forget you. I don't want release from this merging of soft wishes and soft dreams. Such generous precision, making my life so precious, to think
I dived right into your world following the woman in yellow. She vanished and became me, and I knew how to find you. You were there, connected from a million dreams. You were there, all layers merged-