Life as a Dream

We meet in your country, your home that has become my home. For now. You're in my country, my city. The city that used to be mine. My home for quite some time. Never crossing paths before but always matching. I live your dream, you live my reality. Our lives wanting to become one always overlapping. Finally touching in reality but you walk away. From the dream that's already reality,always has been. From your home that is my home. From the house, the garden, the seeds we want to plant, the plants we want to grow, the children we want to raise, the Universe we want to create. You walk away from it. The paths separating again. Split in two. 

You live in my city, I am in yours. I see you moving into your new home while I move into mine. 

A house in the greenest nature. An old Georgian house with little ornaments on the balcony. The vegetables growing in the garden, trees of nuts and fruits creating God's Garden. It's rich, it's full, it's abundance as the Universe itself. It's endless. It's for us. 

A flat, a room. You have a balcony, view on the river, the walls are cold but they're yours. You find a painting hanging on the wall. It's a girl. She's sitting in front of a mirror. She's wearing a crown. Her face undefined. Her emotion unreadable. Her heart jumping out her chest red as the color of her blood. She reminds you of someone you knoe. The Love. Does she see her Love? You can feel her Love. Who is she? Is she in your home? Is she home? Is she Love? Is it me? You know.