I've been thinking about meeting you somewhere. Somewhere full of brightness and white lights. With light music shinning. With a ground under our feet that will never fall.

I ve been thinking about it until I have a headache. Until I can't fall in my dreams. Until my dreams are filled with incomprehensible craziness.

And the guitar keeps releasing some soft notes that keep strumming my heart in a way deeper and deeper.
And I fall into the dreams again with breaths cautiously restrained in the warm room, with its warm colors gently shining.

Stand in the almost knee-deep tender white snow. The winter days are quite bright.

I've been thinking about meeting you somewhere. Somewhere I can see without raising my head. Somewhere my soft dreams are my comfortable pillow. Somewhere when I yell into the winter woods there's echo rebounded.
Somewhere half shadowed.
Somewhere fragrant.
Somewhere shining.
Somewhere silent.
Somewhere...

Somewhere.

Somewhere I know how to put down my pen in time. Not like here, now.

Maybe just like here, now.

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