03/14. 9:28AM. Home.
Was sleeping. Then I saw you in my dream: naked. With your hands on the back of your head, as if you are giving yourself [again] to me, as if you are ready to be devoured by me. I heard you saying you missed me, right in front of my face and missed me; my body, my mouth, me. I looked at you, your face, your arms, your body–going down. I miss you, too… Then, I woke up. As if I was deprived of breathing. I woke up, as if you were there and then gone, and me: looking for you. But, it did not take me more than a second to realize that, No, you were not really here. It was just in my head. I picked up my phone, went back to your photos… Looked at you as if my skin is touching every inch of yours. Talking to myself and wondering if you are well. I woke up, lost. In the wilderness of us. We were strangers. But now, with memories. -Enzo
