One,
Two,
Another disappointment,
That makes three of them.
I dream to tell him, who does not even exist - if I am correct - but please, God, bring him in my way! - I dream to speak up my mind, and tell him my dreams, and how I am waiting, and will have waited for so long, and so patiently I will have done it, that he will have never dreamt of finding me.
How much sense it makes, I know not. And I am not sure that it is a need that makes me give meaning to my chaotic dreams, but maybe the joy will be endlessly perfect; and perhaps it will. Just for once, I want to be heard.
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