i'm walking barefoot, through the dew of your words, of your visions seeing you smiling, — instantly, your goodness gets inside me feeling you gazing at me, — love shines on my skin my thoughts, — paradoxically, become shy and gentle sunsetter, — my emotions' climate, (my essence can't be defined) i love… (who are you... no one knows...), yet, to satisfy any curiosity, i whisper, — (i love in a foreign language...)

my savvyology with his methodology hot sexology pfft, love's poetry devil's musicology omg's psychology mesmerised... [both] thru focus-ology, we're art's symbology

Have you ever been longing for what has been not, for what might have been but it had not? Have you ever been thinking of what it could've been to have what you want to know and to feel? Have you ever got lost between present and past as if you'd know what to write but not finding dosage? Am I still in your mind, as you are on my mind exhausted to look for an easy way out...…؟?