I Wait Dreaming.

54 7 5
                                    

We are born into a world

where the moment you take your first breath

Time takes ahold of you

becoming the reason of death.

We can escape reality; dreaming. 

A feather mind that will not float unless the wind is blowing. 

We are aware of the darkness feeding onto the candle we hold,

but we chose to take a brighter road.

I Wait Dreaming.Where stories live. Discover now