As of late my mornings are unforgivably harsh to the psyche. I spend them in constant dream recovery. They reveal to me the person whom I wish to write, whom I either refuse to or can no longer. No surprises here as I beg the question on repeat; am I ever going to see your …
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Dreaming of you
I had a dream. You were next to me. My parents were there, and you were saving me. I generally would be opposed to the idea of being a damsel in distress needing to be saved, but your presence and undying support was what dreams are truly made of. You assured me I was strong, …
foolishness
what a fool i was to allow you to lead me to my demise. what a fool i was to fall for such a jester. what a fool i was to let you infiltrate my heart. what a fool i am to continue to long for your affections. what a fruitless game of love, i …
pandemonium & more 