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All I know of you is the love I had for you when I fell into this dream. You were beautiful, the way the sky turns orange and pink at the end of an exhausting day - slowly revealing a sky of starlight that has taken years on end to reach my sight. There was a sudden pull - whether I toward you or you toward me I'm still not sure - but I know it was there. You were swaddled so tight in a blanket that bowed to your beauty. Warm, needy eyes peeked from behind peachy little eyelids, laying full trust in my hands. Before I knew it, you were gone. They took my baby. Her name is a bittersweet taste in my mouth. Their words are branded on my face - "Ma'am, please sit down. You're not being rational." "There is no baby." There is no baby, but I feel her. I feel her like a twister pulling me in, but I've been put in restraints. Regardless of the ache in my bones begging to be with her, they've locked me up. I am detached from reality. Everything is wrong. No one can tell me where she is. They act as if my eyes are turning to goo and sliding out of their sockets - avoiding eye contact in fear of sympathy rising in their souls. They stay on my trail, dabbing away anxiety as it seeps from my pores - hoping I won't see or feel it. I smell their fear as I pace back and forth, brainstorming my escape. My dear Astrid, where could she be? I feel her tugging at my heart, begging for a heroine. Adrenaline is burning through me - screaming at my body, demanding I run for my baby find my baby. And my dream ended. I've spent every day since then looking for my baby. I feel her in my heart. Maybe she's real and maybe I'm crazy - either way, I will never forget my beautiful, stolen, and forgotten daydream baby.
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Jan 7, 2012
Jan 7, 2012 at 11:16 PM UTC
Astrid Orbit
All I know of you is the love I had for you when I fell into this dream. You were beautiful, the way the sky turns orange and pink at the end of an exhausting day - slowly revealing a sky of starlight that has taken years on end to reach my sight. There was a sudden pull - whether I toward you or you toward me I'm still not sure - but I know it was there. You were swaddled so tight in a blanket that bowed to your beauty. Warm, needy eyes peeked from behind peachy little eyelids, laying full trust in my hands. Before I knew it, you were gone. They took my baby. Her name is a bittersweet taste in my mouth. Their words are branded on my face - "Ma'am, please sit down. You're not being rational." "There is no baby." There is no baby, but I feel her. I feel her like a twister pulling me in, but I've been put in restraints. Regardless of the ache in my bones begging to be with her, they've locked me up. I am detached from reality. Everything is wrong. No one can tell me where she is. They act as if my eyes are turning to goo and sliding out of their sockets - avoiding eye contact in fear of sympathy rising in their souls. They stay on my trail, dabbing away anxiety as it seeps from my pores - hoping I won't see or feel it. I smell their fear as I pace back and forth, brainstorming my escape. My dear Astrid, where could she be? I feel her tugging at my heart, begging for a heroine. Adrenaline is burning through me - screaming at my body, demanding I run for my baby find my baby. And my dream ended. I've spent every day since then looking for my baby. I feel her in my heart. Maybe she's real and maybe I'm crazy - either way, I will never forget my beautiful, stolen, and forgotten daydream baby.
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shelby-young
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Jan 7, 2012
Jan 7, 2012 at 11:16 PM UTC
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