If you hardly know her
& would give her everything
If they’ve been together for a while
& she still gets random bouquets
If they look at him like a tall gingerbread
& would they’d eat every crumb, dipping him in cold milk?
So what? All chances of success are as good as gold.
A dreamer has as much solid ground as a realist, if you ask me.
I’ve seen many a beast in my years and had become several during brief interludes. I know what drives them forth towards crooked paths with unlikely outcomes and hazardous walkways under treacherous conditions just for a taste. A taste of a moment where space feels unreal. A slippage of all the unmentionables into a super mini blackhole from an invisible dimension.
This thirst can manifest itself into a wide variety of masquerades and can render an otherwise sound individual into fits of sporadic madness.
That right there’s the good stuff.