magoski
The sound of Intimacy drifts in
soft, tidal, like a heartbeat recorded inside a seashell.
Dust hangs.
Curtain breathes.
“Can we dream?
Just a while longer?
Before the world wakes us with its fists?”
“Please…
let him finish.
Let him dream.”
and like a flower that knows
it won’t survive the night
but opens anyway.
before the fall is final,
before the silence is forever
before the curtain decides
it’s done trembling.
Let me dream with you.
Nothing's Better
than being with you
Favorite track: Someone Listening (pour H.).