i fear losing memories
i fear liking a pop song

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
Sylvia Plath

i wonder...

for now i like running away to our world of words and notions..you interest me and im not sure if i even know why.
i think i know what i cant have but perhaps that's because i don't want it...i like holding your hand and dreaming...a non existent reality where our hearts are warm, tummies filled with butterflies and useless words of romanticism are wasted between each other.

i dont want to think to much but rather stay in this haze of heartbeats, it could be perhaps a love affair..