This will be yours as soon as it’s finished. I’d like to fiddle with it for as long as I can, before I present it to you, because I wouldn’t feel too good if my thoughts about you wouldn’t be expressed clear enough because of my forgetfulness or clumsiness. I’ll put gentle and nice words into it, so that when you listen to those words, something will fill your soul, I’m thinking of joy or an enormous satisfaction, a very sweet snack which would take you by surprise and will be so tasty that it becomes your favorite, this is the way these words pass through me filling all three dimensions ultimately reaching their own meaning.
These words wouldn’t end when the paper plane reaches the floor, the sounds would run out fulfilling their function, just like frostbitten dragonflies falling after a great flight over a river. When it’s finished, this text would like to belong to you, with it I’ll send it’s flavor to you, so that the taste lives in you, and you would look like a satisfied pastry chef, and when you’d look at me you wouldn’t say anything, only your soul would nod mine. The essence of my words, when I’m ready with them, will be the flight and the sensation that goes with it. Similar to the sensation of satiety, of making love, of reaching home, of being together, of going to bed and going to bed again with you.