Migom is dreaming

"All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended." - Cloud Atlas

In this monstrous concrete jungle, alive with the roars of dreamers, I find myself by circumstances a step closer to my dream. Two worlds superimposed into one with her magic, and it feels home. My dream, my limbo - a projection of her with me in a world that has transcended all boundaries.

The five senses are not enough anymore. So I close my eyes to taste her kiss once more, to feel her skin once more, to smell her perfume once more, to listen to the world go quite around us once more, to see her catch a smile between a blush once more. Am I a madman for wanting to live in a limbo?

Damn right, I am.

I am dreaming, she is sitting wrapped in my arms right now, laughing at something funny that I just said.