‘Milky Way’

You’re a long-distance member, just scroll into my soul. There is no more chance in the nightstand’s drawer, so be fucking careful. My pillow is falling down, I’m breathing fast, my heart is falling down. You’re the last. You’re the last. You’re the last. People will climb into the ground, their clothes will be beautiful. That place already has been found where it’s not a mistake to wake up next to you. Next to you. Next to you. We always imagine the nicer reality, the cosmos is over us, float right now without me. There’s a little bit fuss, you’re undressed, are you blissed? My lips are wet, am I kissed? Are you blissed? My lips are wet, am I kissed? We are bathing in the milk, our skin’s like translucent silk. You wink while turning back. Why do I feel this lack? I yawn, I’m bored. What did you out? Terrible lullaby is in us. I have to go for a bus.