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Blue Butterfly.

Really? Now you don’t know my name, even after three months in the game. Are you an expert in the art of knowing nothing or is it just my projection?

Sometimes it feels like you trying to kill me because you don’t want me. Am I a fantasy in the back of your mind? If the answer is yes, let me tell you that I’ve always desired what the world around us calls forbidden.

Perhaps you’re an illusion…….

Ocean blue eyes, golden hair, and your Nikes………  Am I describing a sin? Cause id goes straight to hell if a could have you even if they put me in a bad light telling me I’m crazy to like someone I’m not supposed to.

Doubt was all you gave me; hope is what my heart is full of, maybe I’m just trying to find a way to be loved and love.

I’m here sitting on a bench in the dream you first met me wondering: am I someone for you? Or do I only exist for you? Because, when you are in front of me the silence is your favorite guest and that’s why I ask you: Is it better to speak or to die?

To speak I would say, I couldn’t live with the idea of the opportunity to have everything with you a word away. I know the rain is always going to come if you are standing with me, but you just need to give me your incandescent glow to turn my darkest gray into gold. You are a god in a modern world who could save my soul from the ambiguity of reality, but as far as I’m concerned, we are just out of time.

Stolen smiles, t-shirts, photos, and boots, memories destinated to become history, if one day you can know everything just look me in the eyes, call my name and love me as an artist who loves his work.

I will always be waiting for you to come in the blue butterfly you used to know the world!

To the dream, I lived!!!

◄ A summer feeling.

Love is a god’s war. ►

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