Endless Dream
Every grass played on the root to plant the other high in summer fun. Wear a fairy dress, dreaming with underfoot on the grass. It could be a tale is.
In 10% surviving to deal with the unimaginable situation, there are reasons way to excellent dreams. “So which this game is she would be going to play?” She loves to play with her own identity she wants to be. Terrific. She was starting to type a release of emotion in not thinking of the worst part, write a whirling thought to express the falling headlong to find her. She thought life experiences seemed that matter anymore, one by one comes to warm carefully keep flowing way.
Something seemed serious.
People connected with their own life, but “Are we not connected?” She said. Each date finds it hard to take the time not to be overly critical with the small things out of fears. Feeling the deepest inside the chest has seen so much irony with everything coincides such a ride of emotions. Blaming feels and criticizing thoughts got less connected. Something isn’t right for feeling. The whole situation search for the mess in unforgettable bad experiences every moment spent.
Run back after the talk for more and hours on really hard from that quiet room. Glance up the brighter skies a whole single day could fall in love with the colors of the little things to face the world as it can be. Take the time to adore a slight purple sky who uncool when it’s riding the dark. Getting away from everything ruins the dreams till the night to come and see the days with closed eyes on the bed. Slowly will handle everything and feel firm. Accepting the ups and downs in not thinking it affects that unbeauty.
Dreamy feels when it comes to late-night conversations, the time is worthy, dazzling quiet to meet a good mood. Unconditional imagination, wanted a garden to draw the day’s value and looking up at the highest trees on grass equally beautiful view in everyday life. It may appear a greater joy of life. Something small has a cheer connecting fine with the unstable thoughts on the bed.
Gulp a slurp of glass till it gets the white, broken with the cold. Sometimes everything’s better at night.
“Will the negativity let go of the intentions of wild dreams?” She asked.
“That’s fine,” I said.
A simple beginning to get a limited reason way to life. Approved not to argue with everything.
The heaviest, there’s always these bad of giving up, can’t feel that perfect. Change the broken delusions while typing wearing a coat in front of a laptop. Miracle left the space before. Oh again, be left all at once. Come back stronger as have been there and built back up. And miracle, the one she realizes before in seeing her dreams living with grace.
Like a rainy feel on the grass underfoot, there was a beauty that hard be figured out in delusions of mind to fall as it is. Have to do something more fun to strive for a warm-hearted. Everything in between can hardly wait to see it fine.
Everything happening around reality create a faraway obstacle in any particular situation, growing a fragile heart. Make a beautiful place to live in and create new memories.
The light has aligned stars grow that far in talking their favorite things. Taste the laughter in another love by arranging the flower inside the heart. The best days are still bright, blooming strength, and hoping the flame will feel alive more crucial to exist. Other excitement also changes the wrong way and drown the sadness as faster as changing too much unhappiness.
Bloom all the way, endlessly changing reality in admire that dreams should be live a little more.
S.
