Sometimes I wish my words will become actions, actions that will transcend both reality and fantasy to reach beyond imagination and dreams. Your figure, a phantasma of surreal complexity, penetrates the veil safeguarding my inner psyche to obstruct coherent thoughts, reducing them to basic vocabulary and inhibited expressions. In awe, I listen to what seems to be harmonizing notes flowing from the purest instrument of tonal properties. Meanwhile, the warm atmosphere completely visceral around our worlds as we collide roughly like two molecules suspended in a chemical reaction that never seem to cease. If I were to capture this moment in time, I'd feel as if I had the secret the universe created just for me. It's magical, no?