::confessions of a dreamer::

As the stars fall from grace and light your glowing face I'm teaching myself to dream I'm holding my breath to scream I'm teaching myself to believe in the things I don't understand I don't even know if they are true..but that's what dreamers do..



Apr 11, 2005
last leg of my first race

spectacular, moving, confusing,
rambunctious, contagious, outrageously perfect,
amazing and brilliant, stunning
darling, you're stunning...

you didn't look quite yourself amidst awkward stares and sprouting goosebumps. and then you said; we're forest fires waiting to happen, and buildings designed to collapse. i was never one for reality. i pray that they find you and use the softest words to hide the hardest truth.

[but my god it's so beautiful when the girl smiles]

if every day was the same, i would have died years ago.  i adore days like this...I don't know you but you cushion my akward moments.


you are my canvas.

 


Posted at 05:20 pm by indigogirl

 

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