Between two floors my dreams and yours. You dream of a ship in which you will sail to all the seas of the world, and I dream of a bed in which I can sleep comfortably, like a rabbit in the fallen leaves in a summer forest. You dream of seeing this world, and I dream of measuring it from earth to sky.
You know, there is something between us. We have a potential to become… I feel this. Some sparkles, or rainbows, or invisible streams of energy. I can feel them. The current that runs through me when you touch my back. But at the same time, there is nothing between us. I feel the highest tenderness towards you and at the same time a deep anxiety.
We are a little broken, you and I. A little bit cracked, some pieces are broken off. But do you see that some of our pieces fit together?