there’s two of us four, if you count our reflections . . Brian Bradley · D.R.E.A.M. photo / via morin.tumblr.com
She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me.
It was a dream We live inside a dream
Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach
let us never be rescued from this mess.
the only city left is outer space where we lived before we had tongues
This is, for real, a great time. Falling down the rabbit hole of novelty makes for fascinating dreams. Wake up and follow them through.
You can slow down but you can’t really stop. Not even if you wanted to. You’ll wake up on the other side of the world with a bigger burden to carry. Better take a nap here.
There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.