The Thoughts & Feelings I Want You to Know.

A Love Letter to a Friend

In my dreams

we survived 

through 

a burning building

for a pair of socks, 

through 

human trafficking

on a trip to Neverland,

through 

a mall robbery

(or at least I did...),

but none of those

compare 

to the

sixteen years long one. 

A real dream it was,

where the start 

will always remain

a mystery, 

where moments,

both good and bad,

passed

as time 

continued its course

to allow

the end to beckon

the next start, 

the history to make way

for the present,

the memories to scorch

an asterisk

on this very story 

that surpasses 

the end 

to every beginning

and

the history 

to every present. 

A real dream it is, 

where I promise 

to meet you

through 

chaos

and tranquility

over 

and over 

again.