I want you in my story. I want to be my story. That memory fragile and deep treasure with so much zeal.
want to be your story. I caress every word.
Second Life is our playground.
also the ruins of that park. We keep giving
quoted here, without even talking.
telepathically.
telepathy Is there a heart?
My avatar is a way to call.
is a language.
A secret language in the most intimate of our senses.
We met in dreams.
And there is nothing more real than they are.
always come back to that cave in Wonderland, as the first time.
