The nights get long if I try to forget you, that's why your memories are still here, in my soothing dreams, that's why I imagine you without the slightest sense, I imagine you in every part of your house, in every piece of furniture that fills your rooms; I have imagined you sitting there or in your bed, lying down dozing or waking up on a summer morning between light clothes.
Your absence is so strange to mine, your loneliness so different from mine, yours should not be pitiful or lacking in the other, rather it should be the other loneliness, the one that makes you free, free of everything, owner of everything . That loneliness that makes you walk at ease without modesty, without anyone in between who can look at you or want to do it, as I wish.
That's why I dream of you, to imagine you free; therefore these dreams, redemptive dreams.
Lugh Landrus - 2020
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