that, last time. this,sometimes

sometimes,just sometimes when i start craving in the dark,i fall and wake up in dreamy clouds of sweet orange thoughts,where my soul can be ,where my body feels free.las time i thought you were dead,so i cried.Last time i fell sleep and saw you again in that kind of dream.sometimes,last time,everything's the same, just you and me in a colour courtain ,in front of the camera eye, not thinking nor being,both of us togheter just basically and simply feeling while stars fall from the sky and pass by our heads in motion with the air and the waves of your black hair,hair that becomes one with the landscape,hair tha wraps us and makes us one,makes us soulmates with no common sense,makes us preety in the grey but not enough to play the game.so what now? what about the stellar chain of dreams and thoughts? just another fantasy,just another way,reality itself...thougts that we had last time,sometimes...