Fantasy is always more beautiful than reality.

Find another one of her breaths, imitate her steps, her eyes.

When the lemon is placed in the middle of the forehead, there is only the smell of fruit and breath on the face.

Who started it, who thought of it, it became very murky.

The body returned to the first night, her eyes moist. I miss the smell of roses in the depths.

Violence and gentleness hit my body like waves, endless.