Buried my face in your hair, lost in your soft mane, it carried me on a warm breeze beneath a cherry tree, where the deep red blossoms that filled the sweet air danced across my lips as we lay on the concrete floor of my old art room. My nose settled on yours for an eternity, each of us waiting for the other. Your lips brushed mine and a smile broke across your face and mine as you retreated from the embrace. I extended my neck for our first long awaited kiss beneath the sky light, shrouded in the waining light of the evening, alone together in the art room. Just as our lips would meet for the first time I woke.
i had one of those feelings this morning when i woke up, as if something had been pulled from my hands, like a precious, coveted item had slipped from my grasp, falling into the ocean while i was admiring the view. its funny how you can go through so much work, what seems like hours and days and maybe more, of dedication, fooling yourself into thinking youd created and lived within the rules and oh so very fortunate circumstances that have befallen you and grown to become your life, just to wake up and loose it all. its funny how we fool ourselves sometimes, into thinking we had it or still have it, when i probably never had it at all.
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