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Dead to the world, cocooned inside your angel wings — life is a dream.
What do you see?
Everything is perception, walls are built up and knocked down. Freedom is not mine or yours to give, it’s been free since inception.
Asleep, I am a heart still beating, lungs still breathing, I stop holding back the flood — and cry holy water into the endless Ocean of you.
A body of water and sanctified breaths, a sanctuary for those other kind of butterflies — that confidently take flight inside when you’re overflowing with steady love.
My eyelids flutter — and I am blessed to break the dawn again with rhythmic breaths entwined with the occasional, deep and soulful sigh.
The day is calling me on, with you at the forefront of my mind — I rise slowly, from inside my room with a view — I observe the world still spinning outside as it paints time with flashes of green and blue.
A version of my world ended once upon a time in dark December, only to begin again with new breaths — the morning after the most savage night.
Now, eyes look at me for the answers that can satisfy every curious twist and turn of the world rushing…
