Stream

I dreamed
I was a stream
Weaving through trees
Flowing water
Softly
 

slothinator

VT

15 years old

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  • Moving on

    "We ignite not in the light, but in lack thereof,

    For it is in loss that we truly learn to love."*

    When we can feel,

    All that is no longer there,

  • Halls

    the doors

    are left open

    for him

    to walk through

    and brightly lit

    with all

    he will ever need

    when beside him

    there is a girl

    stumbling through

    a dark hall

    unable to find her way