my love for you is something in between a lucid dream and harsh reality.
day dream thoughts spill out like acrylic paints on a blank canvas. on good days i paint through rose tinted lenses and the colors come out warm and remind me of when a tulip begins to bloom at the start of spring and the horizon stars to gain the colors it lost during the winter storms. on our worst days, i paint in black and whites and they clash together to make grey like a roaring ocean at dusk when the waves crash together and drown out the sound around them.
you are my beautiful, captivating dream and you are my heart stopping nightmare all at once.
often i have wondered how i can love and hate you so, but never have i been able to stumble upon an answer. i wish to paint eternities with you, and yet i fear that my eternity to you, is just like a passing second in a cataclysm of lucid dreams.
