I dreamed
I was a stream
Weaving through trees
Flowing water
Softly
I was a stream
Weaving through trees
Flowing water
Softly
"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,
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
Strange
Awkward
Confused
Talking
More
Talking
Friends
Fun
Weird
Late
Nights
Together
Why
So
Hard
To
Say
Emotions
Tangled
Pure
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