Your mind speaks stuff that makes irony laugh at times, like today when you told me to go for a walk, like ordinary people, and enjoy heat and smile because today we’re together like yesterday and that is a good reason to celebrate.

Let’s brush our fingertips like they’re used to it and let’s follow each others’ shadows like we’ve known them for our whole lives.

Let’s pretend we’re each others’ future.
Let’s point at people and say they’re the insane ones.

You make me happy, your mother told me you were born in mornings in a dream of mine. 
You’re the son of a sun that decided to take its place on an October sky.