(ey ver... i suppose this is the romantic blush you've been waiting for... it's not very comfortable. grr. struggling again.)
how does it feel how would you know you performer have stolen the show out from recesses deepest stagnations you’ve found an altar in thundering palpitations i write to feel you i write to let go i write to say: “my beat crescendo much gratitude much remembrance much of the dreams are subconcious remnants of unvisited streams.” singing a lost witness in the wind playing the performer captures and needs your gaze how does it feel how would you know you performer have stolen the show how dreadful it is “oh, dearest overseer” that i should become one of his dreamers