The feeling of light finally being able to touch my skin
After so long of hiding
I can finally let the wind carry my soul
And the water flow freely in my veins
I feel open and content
I'm not afriad like I once was
The calming presence that I feel with you sitting next to me, in my favorite place, makes every bad thing disappear
I hope this feeling doesn't go away
I hope you don't go away...
The fuzzy socks on our feet
The blankets covering the windows
The presence of each other, make life a lot less scarier
I hope we'll come back to this place
I hope we'll remember this place...
Period
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Dreamland
PoetryDreamland: the only place I can truly be myself, which is something I'm not sure I know how to be in reality