gânduri care fug

falling out of touch with all my friends...hope they're staying glued together;

I have arms for them.

take another sip of them,

it floats around and takes me over,

like a little drop of ink
in a glass of water.

get inside their clothes

with my green gloves

watch their videos,
in their chairs.
get inside their beds

with my green gloves

get inside their heads,
love their loves.

now I hardly know them

but I'll take my time.

I'll carry them over,
and I'll make them mine...