And as I sit here writing, the outer world is being embellished by rain. A world that is at this point inconceivable and only exists because I am told it does. I am told to believe it is there.
In our world it does not rain, not a single drop will even touch the draughted earth. A field laced with flowers forms the scenery in this realm of ours. Nothing but the sweetest of daffodils and lilies soothe the hardest of
storms. Between the tall grass and the ambrosial flowers we lie, hand in
hand and side by side. Clouds form hearts in the untainted sky. Clouds
form of the most beautiful figures. They form our memories we don't yet
have. They form our future. I have never felt more happy as I see you
staring at the skies. We smile and look upward, we don't say anything
because there's nothing to say, I feel your hand in mine, I believe you
are there.
And as day turns to night and you lay closer to me, we gaze at the stars. You feel safe with me and I have never had any greater bliss in my life. You start talking and I listen as I've always have. I stare into your eyes which could keep me pacified for ever. I love to listen to you talk, as I love to look you in the eyes, as I've always loved you, as I will forever have drowned in those eyes. There is no such thing as time in our world, time does not pass and nothing ever changes, but the presence of night and day. Our hands will never let go and our shoulders will keep as one. My grip will never remit and never will I stop drowning, as I've always loved that smile.
I've made the most dulcet of bands play the most beautiful of songs as we walk on an endless strip of white sand. The placid sea has no traffic, as no one knows of this world. And we walk, hand in hand, watching the orrery the clouds have formed before us. I find myself staring into infinity, enjoying the sound of silence and solace of our dualitude. There is so much I have to say to you, for which are no words. So much I feel for which there are no words. I cite the most precious poems to win over your heart...
All I think about is you. You're in my mind, you're in my dreams You seem to be the only thing that makes it alright. Come here, lay with me, no one has to know. All I have I will give to you, I'm wide awake, I look to see, if you're lying there, right next to me, but it was a dream. I lay back down and go to sleep, your hazel eyes, I long to see. You're there in my mind. All I have, I would give to you, but I can't, so I guess this will have to do. (Chase - Rosemary)
En plots word ik wakker. De druppels die op m'n gezicht vallen, maken me wakker. Ik ben alleen, niets rondom me waaraan ik me herken. De grasweide waarop we lagen is nu een dorre vlakte geworden. Hoog gras en riet geven het een overwoekerde indruk. Het bloemenveld is veranderd in een drassig moeras. Het witte strand is veranderd in een mozaïek van keien, en onze tweezaamheid is ver zoek. En ik leg me neer op de harde stenen, val weer in slaap en ontwaak in een grasveld vol bloemen, met in mijn hand de jouwe, met voor mijn ogen die van jou. Die mooie bruine ogen. En ik weet dat het een leugen is, en ik weet dat het onwaar is, maar dat maakt niets uit. Het is echt voor even, en dat is wat echt is.
