"Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things that you didnt do than the ones you did"
- Mark Twain

My moonlight.
A spanish question mark in the sky.
A sunday in our pocket.
An old grey bridge hiding under the sea.
The smell of old cologne.
A bump on the nose
Your hug, Your smile.
Dew drops on dry leaves.
The Rain in your eyes.
The colours on my wall.
A touch, imagined a thousand times.
Love
The blindfold.
Beautiful brown eyes.
The taste of skin.
..and so much more.
love, love
Dont go away.
Ever

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Reality lives in a Box.

Inspiration went for a walk in the woods wearing a long black dress. She sat under a tree in the snow. Her tears fell on the ice and froze, looking like dewdrops made of glass.

Little thoughts grew wings and flew around aimlessly. I heard purple Butterflies and water coloured snowflakes have childhood conversations.

Imagination lay beside me and made snow fairies in the snow, humming its favorite song.

We had been lying in the snow for a while now. I felt damp, but not cold. It was drizzling and the box made a soft noise ,but we didnt realize.

We just looked at the sky and smiled.

...

And the butterflies are coming out again. They have on faded blue wings and drowsy eyes. The wall feels alive tonight. I can hear music on the other side.