I opened my eyes, but then I was kissing you With eyes wide shut. It was perfection on its purest form. But your lips were losing touch, and I didn’t feel the taste of your saliva no more. Was I really walking backwards to faultlessness? Were you floating away like an illusionary pet? As I was staring to get the panoramic view of this worst case scenario, I saw you were wearing a white dress with green circles. It was awful. But in you, it’s flawless. But what I couldn’t get… Why were you motionless? Why did you stand there? You could have run back to me, but you didn’t react. Your perfection turned to lifelessness; senselessness. I was so focused on you that I didn’t get to notice the beach at my right; some seagulls flying around us, and some resting in the sand. All this tranquillity didn’t fit the stage-setting of awkwardness on this peculiar moment of ours. You were turning into a black silhouette; a shadow. I couldn’t see your awful dress no more. I couldn’t even look into your shallow eyes. Not even could I tell if I was running in slow motion, or walking at regular speed. I was tasteless. I couldn’t feel the greyed-grained path I was moving on. All I got to see was your stilt image fading away with the distance, until being left with the nothingness. While flashbacking random moments, I felt a ray of light perforating my torso and my soul being sucked. I was asleep, once again…
