existences Joana. Running to reach something Someone A destiny with no precision Nor name And something pulls back And I run backwards And my legs aren't strong enough I can't reach something Someone Though my will to reach it Tortures me with despair And pain The dream is blatantly obvious There is nothing to be explained No symbols so hard to fathom Or meanings so impossible to be seen Yet in the same night Only a few hours before It seemed like I had dreamt Of us talking Only it was not dreaming that held that realisation It was reality We had spoken And I smiled at the memory Of your kind words As they flew inside the liquids of my mind And swam through the stifling air Of my permanent dawn And suddenly I remembered How I forgot to say it How I had planned to do so And how it completely vanished Once I saw the name through this screen Your existence justifies my own Here I type it With such ease And you will never read it, dear. 000711 what's it to you? who go blather from