Surreal
A man of dreams, the chosen one by Adonis.
For a better ambience, listen to the song that reminds you of him while reading this.
Like an unknown figure who showed up in someone’s dream out of nowhere then leave us with an unforgettable impression, he’s mysteriously full of charm.
It makes me refuse to wake up from my sleep, only to see him a bit longer in my dream. But it’s all gone into thin air when the sun caressed my face.
He’s such a God’s favorite, his whole presence makes all the Gods pursed their lips. So heavenly, like a haunted dream.
What if he’s a fallen angel? If he is, then his pretty face must be a curse from God. Guess I will always see it as a miracle — Fool me!
His sugar-coated smile, sun-warmed skin, sculpted body. There’s no flaws at all, his perfection doesn’t belong on earth.
Oh, it can’t be.
So out of touch, I can see it through his demeanor. Unreachable, out of sight.
He’s so unpredictable, like calm water with a strong current beneath the ground.
In a room full of art, he’s still the best masterpiece. Curated by the hand of God.
He’s so captivating, it makes everyone stop from their tracks and stay still only to put their whole attention on his presence.
So ethereal, unreal, like a man of dreams. It makes me feel sick.
I’m levitated by looking at him.
