deadmau5
"Strobe"
Fantastic Excursion
Prologue:
I’ve been dreaming about you lately. In my dreams, we do everything. All the while, not once do our hands part, not once do our laced fingers release. In my dreams, we perform miracles, and I wish I could show you. So here is my best attempt.
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“We can do anything, love,
You’re in my dreams now.”
Simply ask, and
Gravity will break; We will abandon the oppressive sidewalk and float through a bright and blurry surreality all our own;
Ask again, and the scarlet sun will relinquish it’s blaze, gracing us with the coolness of night;
Or, if you would prefer something warmer, love,
Whisper once more, and watch with me, our eyes beaming in childish wonder, as the milky blue moon detonates, exploding into a brilliant shower of kaleidoscopic sparks, bombarding our bodies and our souls with a fuzzy, penetrating warmth;
Here, in this place,
we are limitless.
You once asked me, “Where should we go next?”
Well,
I want to spend a year underwater, silently exploring the anechoic infinity of the aquamarine depths; I want us to dwell a decade in space, becoming weightless acrobats, chasing beams of light in and out of black holes. Let’s have a picnic while watching a supernova, love.
Here, it is possible.
And finally, as old souls who have traversed the universe and learned its ways,
Ask a final time, my dearest, dearest love,
And I will carry us back,
Together, we will softly awaken from our fragile, fantastic excursion.
…
And though,
In this bittersweet reality,
Gravity again enslaves you,
And though,
Naught but your own limbs obey you,
Worry not,
For now you know that, soon,
I will again happily whisper in your delicate ears:
“We can do anything, love!
You’re in my dreams now.
Let’s do it all again.”
