“Dreaming is just a waste of time”, I tell myself the same thing over and over. Yet, here I am, dreaming again. So full of thoughts that I can’t comprehend where sense begins and fantasy ends.
I have so many dreams: of life and death and joy and sadness and love and loss and all that’s in between such things. And I crave beauty in every moment of every dream. Wanting to stay in that sweet reverie. Wanting the beautiful to stay most of all.
I desperately hold onto, want, that reality..
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