he came close to my ear again and whispered: you see, my friend,
i`m holding the cards, i will drag you out of your comfort zone,
turn you upside down. You'll lose this one, baby...ghehehe
I felt an accelerating desire to grab this persisting teaser and
throw him and all his puppets into space...
... so he floats there waiting, maybe not,
let him feel how strange my heart is!
i cant take a risk, he has the one-click-option to block me on this bumpy road
`you are so desperate to weaken, but not this time...in this fantasy we will collide!` he whispers
You got carried away, I told you, my friend.
`Get lost`, I yelled, but as always he had disappeared in time.....
I got him, I got him, I got him!
I was yelling in an enthusiastic burst, but the puppet-man was gone,
eventually he had disappeared. When he could be of some use to me,
he was somewhere else, probably nowhere, only and always there when I needed him the least.
Well, he had dissolved, so he had. The image had become memory!
Meaning I missed him already. I could not miss him, because I didn't have him,
maybe though I had him, if it was only in a moments-notice-romance like
I experienced when I was still walking the streets,
catching an unexpected look of some longingly eyes.
But I hadn't moved out of my house for years, because I didn't have to!......
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