Fantasies

I was recently having a conversation about fantasies; what is the real reason for fantasies? I supposed many of us think of fantasies in a sexual way… (well I do most of the time) but the reality is that fantasies are the craving of the undiscovered, the things that we imagine would push our senses to the limits of ecstasy, at least in theory.

Remember your first crush in high school? Remember that desire of kissing her/him? How many times did you go home fantasizing about your lips touch her lips, how many times did you close your eyes and thought of the most wonderful times with that person? If you were lucky enough and your fantasy became a reality, was it really what you imagine? Is reality the afterlife of a fantasy and loses its original purpose.

I think fantasies live only in our minds and are a product of imagination and inspiration, like a marriage between the sky and the sea, like the soft caresses of the waves on the sand. Fantasies are a reality not yet lived, thoughts lost in the vast ocean of our imagination, thoughts that don’t follow the logic of reality but that give reason to the existence of our senses. So what are my fantasies?

Waking up to the many pleasant dreams that have always filled my nights, rested and full of energy to experiences in a timeless morning. Feeling the soft tender lips of that girl, letting her perfume fill my nostrils and feeling the silk of her hair between my hands and have the time never pass. Seeing the blue of the ocean make love to the sky, feeling the wind on my face and seeing the clouds slowly pass. Touching my flesh to her flesh and seeing her smile open up. Having my dreams be her dreams and making our fantasies become one.