Trapped in the jail of her arms
her scent
her taste
Is it a jail? No, it couldn't be. It's so warm and comforting. It feels like home
...but, it's not really here, is it?
Only in my dreams
my imagination
no, neither of those...
In my memory.
I am living in a warm and comforting place that exists only in my memory.
It's not here and now
It's only then and there
It may be again
but still, not now. Not now. Not now.
For now I am trapped in it.
Trapped by my own desire to remain here... or is it there? Then?
Warm and comforting though it may be, I am trapped in it. I don't want to leave.
But for how long?
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