Living, grasping, dreaming. Perched on the tip of a delusion. Nothing more or less comes my way, yet here I remain- transfixed in the memories. They feed my current state. Wondering what awaits me around the next bend, yet completely unprepared for the reality.
Hiding, lying, fearing- all I aim to forsake. To the end, where chocolate and illusion coalesce and are eager to comfort. Upon the horizon emerges a change, deep crimson scarlet, the blood shed of a broken heart. A heart with all and nothing. Captured and released- a fisherman's sport. The gold unable to comply.
I lap, for the sea embraces my heart, a dream worth recalling.
I need that impulse to push me over the edge, past the hurdles. Rules mean nothing here, except gravity. Promise, love, and time will pass away.
~living the dream~
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