say do you wanna play?

What these nights are doing to me? Another stranger or maybe the same one roamed around my dreams. Not allowing me to see his face. He took my hand, and ridiculous smile of mine just crawled out. I don't think I ever had a smile like that. Feeling of safety and love. Happiness, endless happiness until my morning alarm rings. And all I can remember is the feeling. Stranger, who you are? Are you someone from my past, from present or maybe someone I'll only meet in the future? Or maybe again my brain keeps playing these invincible games? 

Who ever dared to get me in this kind of mood? 

ABC

Tom Gauld

we've got only one...

I have my own ways

When you wake up in the early summer morning look out of your window. What you'll see is early morning sunlight and one single butterfly. Doesn't matter if you believe it or not - it is me. Fragile, careless, magicaly beautiful and unreachably wild butterfly. I avoid you and come close only  enough to become neither your friend, nor enemy. And in a simple blink I can be gone, hidden, or too far for your reach. Free and with millions changing natures - I know you'll never find someone like me again. There is no right way to capture me, only the way you give me freedom and even then I'll never be completely yours. When you wake up in the summer and you see a butterfly remember me, believe it or not in a magical way I'll remember you too.  

play my strings

Oh, my dear, I finally have something wonderful to tell you. Big cities - they always hold suprises for me. I felt empty for a while, but magic just came back. Seems my soul is singing again, and my eyes and lips can't stop smiling. If only you knew the way he played me, you would understand. He played me like he would play a beautiful song on his guitar. String after string. He made me a part of music. His dark eyes and wonderful smile stunned me so much that I could barely talk. And every dance with him was something more than I can explain. With all the sparkles back, I still feel sad. Who knows when will I meet him again? Who knows when will be the next time he plays every string of my body and soul?

Oh, my dear, this was the feeling I missed so much. So even if I never see him again, for now I have someone to fill my dreams with.