𝐝𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚

life.
it has so much more to it than
what actually happens to us.

life for me is a fantasy,
life for me is a dream,
that i ponder about all the time.

thinking to thyself,
i wonder what it would feel like to rome
through an abondoned castle with my royalty screwed lover.

to dance to rich music,
to feel the dress around my ankles twirl,
to hear my shoes tapping against the marble floor.

to hear society laugh,
to drink expensive wine,
to feel wanted in the presense.

life is only a fantasy i tell you.