A journey into one’s mind is an exploration of the universe itself. A schizophrenic galaxy is a reality we
live in. My thoughts led me into a walk down the electric roads in my mind,
it was the winter that kept our love warm, Elysian fields of our extraterrestrial
love. I hold you closer near the Arc de Triomphe where you justify the
essence of a French kiss. We swift down Victor Hugo as my collar dances with
your hair. We lay dazzled in Sainte-Chapelle screaming for your music,
mesmerized by immortal trees, by weak leaves. Just like the soul you rescued,
an infinite soul. A journey into one’s mind is an exploration of our souls
intertwine. Light and awareness, the aliveness in every apparent motion in my
mind. My thoughts and actions are justified by her, extracted out of me and
returned to her. Everything I see, hear, do or know is enabled out of me. It
is my mind and my being in use.