U T O P I A.

The sea said goodbye to the coast

So that the sun does not notice

The algae that have covered

You with your own hands.

The carpet that I feel with my cheek,

It seems like a forest,

And I run among the tall trees,

And your hand follows me.

Books that I keep at my bed

Filled with your stories,

I collected them.

A little bit of your dreams,

A little bit - out of your nightmares.

concept: you and me. we.

sad smiles to each other, impregnated with warmth and something else, which we do not name yet, but we both feel. your cool hands with which you wrap a knitted scarf around my neck.

absorbing emptiness, from which I hide in your arms, whispering quietly about how much this all means to me.

yours - covering with a head.

Salvation in our silly jokes.

worst and best moments.

stupid quarrels and "I miss" each other.

my brown - in your gray-green, changing color in the sun.

your