I dreamt I still knew myself the moment you turned your face to me
you were about to enter a very personal space: a diary, a dream journal, a shoebox of love letters, a suicide note, the angry ramblings of a madman
Standing on the bridge where we're no longer suffering, the dream exhaled
and joy found eternity running over the closing frame, floating away in every direction where time intervenes
Apr 10, 2023
Apr 10, 2023 at 8:51 PM UTC
I dreamt I still knew myself the moment you turned your face to me
you were about to enter a very personal space: a diary, a dream journal, a shoebox of love letters, a suicide note, the angry ramblings of a madman
Standing on the bridge where we're no longer suffering, the dream exhaled
and joy found eternity running over the closing frame, floating away in every direction where time intervenes
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