As hours passed by, we floated in this magical dream in content.
It was the taste of the sweetest drop of an untouched waterfall hidden from the world.
It was like seeing a million curious glimpses of the vast, undiscovered, infinite galaxy collaged together; Its magnitude was enough to shake my body uncontrollably with excitement.
The void in my heart was slowly filling up with hundreds of images from this fantasy.
My heart was swelling and as it grew, the careful cage my heart was in gradually broke apart piece by piece.
Max, I don't want to wake up. Please don't let me wake up.
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Roses and Candles
PoetryThe letters written for my first. An encounter from a dream that could've been more but never progressed far enough to be a happy ending; A collection of scenes, not enough to create a movie, that's settled in the depths of my beating heart; A stri...
