‘Tis better to go mad, in your own little world, than to be bored, and trapped in someone else’s. You can explore if you like, but you can never stay, because this place is mine, and I cannot protect you from her.

My friends don’t like you, and yours are sick of your ceaseless speeches, all the ways you find to say, that I am all yours. You were always an outstanding orator, so I took the place of your captive crowd, in awe, in your arms, in a daze and a daydream, wrapped in your warm…

Sink into dreams with me. Midnight, be mine, transparent desires, hiding in our silence, that can be heard all around the world. I heard your call, echoing back into starry skies, that stare with great curiosity, watching our solemn soap opera. Let me be your secret siren, washing my will over you, until you are…

I was going home, going mad on a bus, talking rabbit, out the window, whispering that you were waiting. In your arms, I arrive, chatty rabbits on my mind, I know it’s a dream, but I’m still diving in, head first, heart first, into the fantasy.