Is it true what they say? Our imaginations deceive our hearts with promises of a happily-ever-after, yet reality is as cold as the hands nestling above a fireplace dying short?
I have yet to be completely submerged in reality because the embraces it gives me only make me want to run inside my mind, deeper into the abyss of sweet dreams for I am drowning in the s k y.
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11:11
Randomdear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
