Mattis

It Can’t be Impossible.
To imagine..
to pretend?
to fucken fantasize!…

It is, possible..
to Wake up now.
You are the moon, my Sun.
Every fucken star, I ever looked at.

and, Instead..

..In my words,
the narrator takes over the observer.
And in action,
the experiencer takes the backseat..
…Disconnecting mood, emotion..

I swing back, forth, fast.

Realities shift,
so does my shape.

Bipolar.
Tired, and afraid.

…then you…

I hear you whisper..
guiding my soul..
more!

I feel you shifting,
with me..
immortaly!

Your plans Rise me…!
Your soul, aware of mine.
I want more, more this,
more You,
I want to keep rising,
until the last battle.

You Lull me,
with Love shelter me,
I like Awakening slowly, love.

..Time – well spent,
no need to hasten.
Thank you, Angel..
Ny Mattis.

I feel you.
There, standing behind me, Always.
between woods, in the trees..
waiting,
always..
for Me.

You melt me.

I’m melting for you.

Looks like I melt you..

All I need is to see it, to believe it.
Allow me to step in, into myself.