....against the warm press of an eternal light we sank on. - TopicsExpress



          

....against the warm press of an eternal light we sank on. Dreaming of nothing more than things we once, and always, will have. Her face so playful, as if I had dreamed her into being, and now am only dreaming that others recognize her existence in the photograph like I do. But even if it is real, and they truly do recognize her existence. They can never fathom the beauty in the meaning of it like I can. The absoluteness of her self, the only person that I felt I knew so well, and even things that I would believe would make me cringe if my forever told me it, well, from her, it made me feel safe.
Posted on: Wed, 16 Oct 2013 02:43:59 +0000

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