I think of you and I’m lost in space.
Trapped in limbo, in a whole different time and era..constantly painting a mind picture of the possibility of a future with you and I, full of emotions running deep and far away from logical reasoning, sharing priceless moments and ageing out in a crooked farm house between the mountains.
I’m light-years away from home, lost in thoughts, with this master-piece I’ve painted in my head as a compass that only points me towards you.
For so long our paths are entwined, connected by an ancient calling that echoes through the ages like a whisper on loop, constantly reminding me that you are my yáng.
With you is the only place I want to be.
You are my escape plan, a puddle of hope that takes me across the milky ways, far-far away from the burden of living.
This is time travel, and that’s my favourite life line.
