Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Friday, January 22, 2010
Inside and outside of the dream
had a dream about her, I seemed to be lost and my feet were bare, there were french kisses and then an abrupt departure, (like there always is). When I awoke my mind went back to the time when I was with her, outside of dream, remembering her affection and the coldness of the climate inside of the weather. And I took h...er with me into my day, struggling to make sense of where she really was as regards me
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