Midnight Recognition

There are furious flames in the fireplace, the torn cones in the room start to crack, the noise of passing cars is heard. The windows are covered with a thin spider web of frost. Black cats run through the white snow.

Suddenly there is a crystalline silence. My thoughts spread out in it. They get bloody, they hide, then they emerge. Like a sword in my sleep ...

For a moment I forget that the clock's arrows are moving. My thoughts paint a watercolor landscape in blue and white. Then they say a name, but unclear. Is it just a colorful illusion?

Only the wall clock is now in the room. The cones are stale and congested, the woods burning. The cats are gone. There is neither movement nor sound.

Frozen winter picture. I am awake with thousands of thoughts in my head. I write ... Before I get into the realm of lavender dreams I will tattoo on the sheets everything that excites me.

I'm going back to the name. A short male name that always generates the air. Sweet madness! White words quickly rise. Such a strong emotional charge carries that they can blow everything up.

How would he react if he knew I did not stop thinking about you? Time, distance, and other boundaries do mean Nothing to me. Nothing can stop me from loving you!

Secretly.

Scandalous.

Wild.

Passionately.

Real.

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Much love - Krisii

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