Well Will see, won't we?

I hope that, 

some of the things I write (to you)

will eventually fly around the world enough, 

for you to hear them

read them, 

be them.

I hope that, 

one day you could be as infatuated with me, 

as I am with you.

And every possible imaginary encounter, 

that I dreamt of, 

sucks in comparison to the real one.

And maybe, one day, 

my words will travel around the world. 

But you won't want to come looking for me.

And I won't complain.

Alas! 

I hope, 

that 

I haven't just, 

dreamt you.

(Not) Again.

Hey genie, you there? 

Can you listen? 

Could you please set me free, evil genie? 

I want to feel the warm haze of the sun in my neck. 

Because I'm tired of being unhappy. 

 But I can't help myself 

And admitting it it's the first step. 

Right, genie?