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I am from vivid dreams. I am from fire licking and consuming the darkness. I am from a wild imagination and a logical consciousness. I am from the Mississippi River, moonlight glinting off my cat's eyes, and paint on paper. I am from the shattered shadows of leaves rustling in the wind on a brisk, early July morning. I am from BOO! and AHH! in ****** ****** voices, the way flashlight beams dim as we use them for Morse Code throughout the endless summer nights. I am from jumping in the dark off our houseboat into the void of black that you would call Lake Powell companioned only by the Milky Way. I am from glow sticks and silence. I am from cracked rainbows and shattered windows. I am from lifeless wishes and broken promises. I am from baby turtles making their way to the sea. I am from moths breaking free of the cocoon that has held them prisoner for oh so long. I am from rippling stars ringing outward on the surface of a crystal puddle after a tear has fallen, not from my eyes, but from my soul, eternally lost. I am from outer space, galaxies beyond imagination so drown me in a heavy dose of fantasy.
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 10:50 PM UTC
Drown Me In Fantasy
I am from vivid dreams. I am from fire licking and consuming the darkness. I am from a wild imagination and a logical consciousness. I am from the Mississippi River, moonlight glinting off my cat's eyes, and paint on paper. I am from the shattered shadows of leaves rustling in the wind on a brisk, early July morning. I am from BOO! and AHH! in ****** ****** voices, the way flashlight beams dim as we use them for Morse Code throughout the endless summer nights. I am from jumping in the dark off our houseboat into the void of black that you would call Lake Powell companioned only by the Milky Way. I am from glow sticks and silence. I am from cracked rainbows and shattered windows. I am from lifeless wishes and broken promises. I am from baby turtles making their way to the sea. I am from moths breaking free of the cocoon that has held them prisoner for oh so long. I am from rippling stars ringing outward on the surface of a crystal puddle after a tear has fallen, not from my eyes, but from my soul, eternally lost. I am from outer space, galaxies beyond imagination so drown me in a heavy dose of fantasy.
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movitaluna
American
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 10:50 PM UTC
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