someone will call you for little dreams behind the ocean

i coud try this. i could. this sunday morning, the sun is discreet. and shy. not shinning as much. just shying in its own world. the sun's world. thinking about tropical topics. talking with smaller stars. no one would believe that. even he. has his instrospective moments. all that light, turned to inside sights. soaked sun. never felt a drip of water. could never be touched by a living thing before it died. he can touch them though. all of them. they need he. he needs things too. be he doesn't mind. he will carry on. looking from outside. heating our souls. making us smile. we might not notice. we might be thinking about our own shynesses. we might be thinking abou working hours. or what's on in the fashion week show. he was in love with her. the model. the pretty model. she was on the catwalk. holding her breath. and her shyness too. she wanted to go home and be loud. have a glass of wine with her best friends. she didn't care her beauty. she was pretty. that was she. she didn't know much about no being born that way. you are there. that's all one knows. or what one knows better. whatever. i would try to do this way. with twisted tours around the lake. or talking to tall horses. or at those two rabbits over there. what are you thinking about, rabbit fellows? i asked. still shy. in my own shyness. they don't answer. quiet. not a sound. they are there, inside themselves, probably trying to figure, what is the meaning, of life.