Dear No One,
I had a dream last night. A vision might be a better description. It was the future. All I could see were small details. I saw my hand intertwined with another. Who's hand it was remains a mystery. But it was warm, and comforting. I felt like I could be guided anywhere this boy takes me; I felt like I was safe. I was smiling. I don't think my heart has ever been filled with as much happiness as I felt in my dream. He wraps me in an embrace and I lean against him, nuzzling my head in the crook of his neck. He whispers "I love you." as he kisses me on the forehead. I felt happy. But who is this boy? Is this going to be my future? Where are you in this so-called future?
- Wanderer ❖
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Dear No One
PoetryDear No One, This is a book of how a feel. Call it a diary, a journal, anything you feel fits best. Every day I feel emotion in so many beautiful and painful ways. It's like a glass rose with sharp thorns. You know me, I always have something to say...
