So on my way to work this morning, I witnessed a very interesting scene and immediately my mind began her usual processing and she came up with stuff.
I've been so in love with the dream that I refused to wake up to reality, thus I sailed blindly in the euphoria of what it should instead of what is. It's time I nudge myself and though with sleepy eyes, walk out of this empty pregnant hope I have. The dream is perfect, but
I want to rip my heart out so you'd see, see how much your name is wrapped around it and how much it breathes your name. I want to sing you a song, a song of truth and a thousand tales of how dark nights turned dawn. I want to tell a tale of how
Waking up, to the beep of my phone, stealing a glimpse of the rays of the early morning sun, soothing the cold night away; with her warmth and zephyr. Indeed, a blissful night it was. In my head, I saw things, things you would wonder how they came to be, but I am sure, I