abstract - hozier

it was as if the world was new again.
the glisten of hazel eyes being met with his.

shuttering, a chill coming from no where. the wind moving her brown strands like a willow. even from a distance, even with a hubdred faces - hers, her fragile porcelain figure, would illuminate.

and just as she was almost within reach, the world he created seemed to fade. like sunrays atop the waves, just as it always would.

he would awake - without her.

- andrew hozier-byrne