Dreaming.
I believe in dreams.
Not just the ordinary, fall asleep dreams, but the real awake kind of dreams.
I also believe in magic, fairy tales, in a fantasy, mermaid kind of way.
Thoughts and dreams consume me at times.
I have lived the loss, the hard and many other kind of dreams that have fallen apart before my eyes.
It has made me weary.
I would rather believe in magic.
The kind that won't contain but free me.
I am, now, torn between heart and mind, body and soul.
I dream often of you.
Your sweet way about you, so giving and thoughtful. The way you you sit back and observe. Held together by perfection.
The smell of your god like body pressed against mine.
The way you walk me into a room, and smile.
Your protective nature, frees me like a caged butterfly about to take flight.
Your eyes could hold my gaze for a thousand lifetimes.
Under a spell and falling faster than the stars themselves.
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