Her and again

Standing in the sun dreaming of roam ultra-violet journey with clouds rolled on my eyelids screen she makes the scene grabbing unconsciously I cant let go This soul escapade to which i stay slaved slowly rewinds just to get replayed These special affects still have their effects yet the movement shutters the delay A moment forever that has been caught Kind of like this fragmented sentence broken off, We all have our defenses against those loss of senses. Once I get started I'm afraid it'll never want to stop