The man on the couch

The man on the couch
Oh oh oh
I’m dreaming
Oh oh oh
I’m imagining…
How beautiful it is
to have someone who sitting silently on the couch in the corner of my ‘gallery’
watching me doing my things
writing, painting, dancing, tearing
or even observing me being in my own silence
just let me be
be whatever and be nothing
in that moment of being silently
together
we will be one
nothing can disturb our bliss and our feelings
nothing can separate us
we are just one or less than one
we can be nothing together
how lovely it is
to have him right there in the corner of the room,
silently touching me with his soft eyes
quietly feeding me with his sweetness
slowly showering me with his love
how peaceful it is
to have him right there on the couch in the corner of my world
With his arms always open anytime when I need a refuge, anytime I need a break…
Oh oh oh I really do need a break…
I open my eyes
and noone is there on the couch in the corner of my world
just me and me alone with many pillows
Is it time to wake up?
Is it just a dream?
If it’s just a dream
why my cheeks and my pillows are so wet?
Damn damn damn
Phi

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