The Paper Dream

I’d need no introduction to a dedication because if you knew me like I knew you then you’d know that it was you and that I am only chasing paper dreams;

and that I was just a woman chasing red balloons and making paper castles in the sky.

I am a hopeless dreamer with a strange love of poetry….

And you know I’d have loved you and only you for all these years.

I had waited for you long enough to tell you that I love you so much and that you mean the whole goddamned world to me; that you are more precious than anything else in it.

I want you near me all the time….

Closer….

Close to me; our bodies generating heat.

I want to take you to places where I am bound to go.

I want to give you the world.

At least the view.

I want to show you places and I want to travel with you wherever I go to keep you near me.

So yes honey….

I wish to be with you and you only.

To get out of here.

Away from war; poverty and filthiness of this earth and its inhabitants;

these parasites….

but my love;

It is just a paper dream….

Happy New Year baby.