It is in our dreams and delusions that creativity comes sprouting forth without consent. When they will our senses filling the emptiness within. We find ourselves found, but only for a short. Until of course the next time. It is in these times of our lives we feel purpose and contentment, but what of the void we find ourselves in?
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"Even though our hands can barely touch in the time zones I treasure the little warmth that I can feel from you. And that is hope enough. That maybe one night you will be with me under the stars I have seen for thousands of years now."
- A . A