”I’m drunk on the idea that my body is filled with these emotions that flow from me like sunlight waves of deep violet colours, lightened by a smile and sunk in a land of loving feelings”. These words spread among us like desert dust and filled my oxygen with confusion. Such a sweet confusion. I wondered if fairies got me into deep sleep or if I was living in one of my previous lives. Of course I denied reality. Violet wasn’t rigid nor cold. It was sweet; like those flowers I admired as a child but wasn’t allowed to touch. I have never asked anyone why; I thought there was no accurate answer. And there wasn’t. Nobody should banish a child from feeling the softness of a flower. Sometimes I think of that moment when I see a blossom; but no flower resembles to that lilac tree. I wish I had sinned back then. I wish the flavour wasn’t my only memory.
The shades of a carmine tone elevated the beats of my heart. The nerves of my body were twisting like accelerated molecules, fiercely and impatiently. I wanted to touch the blossom of my dreams, the man of my unreal dimension. I was damned and still drunk on that idea; that only his love can dance with the fairies of my soul.