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You've ripped me out of my roots,  ordinary habitat. Flew me across the skies a thousand times. Made me feel like a compass needle is just a vulgar myth. Spinned me so effortlessly above marigold birth of dusk, which made gold worth just few pennies in seconds. And if I ever dare to honour the world with our story, with the story of two bodies intertwined much more than acceptable. All I will let out is... "As I painfully returned to the Islands of Blessed, I truly felt blessed. Blessed to miss so dearly what could've been. That wide-eyed, lovestruck Soul, he will always feel like dying sunlight against my skin. And this kind of sunlight leaves you astonished. Gaja.

burgundy skies aquamarine eyes my mental health i vandalize and i never dare to realize how forbidden you really are i have none of me to spare anyway Gaja.

Spinning so thoughtlessly at the verge of confused void,  which used to be so full what feels like eons ago. And only God knows how I swore to the stars, that I would climb this deadly mountain of memories. Just to be a bit closer to them. And when I'm finally there, I might actually admit that I truly admire myself for loving you so mindlessly. As if you were the only star on my nightsky. And maybe, just maybe I will accept the fact, that there is... some unknown, deeper meaning  behind my broken heart. Gaja.

Cruel years passing me so thoughtlessly,  while the only thing I'm thinking  is this cold and faded idea of my being filled with yours. Line to line, vein to vein, warmth consuming warmth. And God knows how hard I truly tried to kill you in my sleep. To make your last existing molecule vanish, to make your eyes less appealing in my head. Last night I dreamt of your face craving my touch, of your love being evergreen,  of your gold vision carving scars on my soul. It's been five pointless winters since the farewell. They pass and they pass, as if I may ever forget what we shared, carefully locked from the world. No one knew, but we did. No one cared, but dear heavens, you did. I might never truly move past the fact  that you once cared. I might never erase you looking at me so lovingly and promising me forever. I dreamt of you last night. It's been the first time in a while. Our dreams have always been mutual  and I'm left wondering... Did you dream of me last ni...