Thinking about the Past (Part V)
I’ve been dreaming a long dream.
It was about the city as usual.
We laughed as if we had been small children who had been playing with balloons.
I threw the hearts into the air and the city was catching them.
Harlequin Valentine would envy me (let Neil forgive me for using it here).
I was Missy, but the city was truly remarkable with its claws bathed in blood.
It was melting like snow on its claws, but there were signs left after the process.
They were runes which then transformed into music notes.
I clearly saw that there were B and F.
They reminded me of the day I saw the city.
It was in front of the public, it was posing.
Every glance was nailed to it, as if all of them had expected the city to do an extraordinary thing and expose itself.
It was them when I bought it. B stands for “bought”. Can you guess what F stands for?
Fantasy? Fake? Freak? Failure or one of 6, 784 words that start with “f” according to Wolfram Alfa’s answer?
It is “fate”.