“You took my hand Sent me on a ferris wheel ride Driving to the core of our lives Emerging on a high So close yet so wide apart”
Geometric lines coursing on the ground, housing temporary guests firing kerosene sprouting stems of toxic smoke – avid conquerors leaving passing scars in the skies. We are colons acting like haughty kings in a castle,
She felt animated – her heart brimming with emotions, as if it were about to explode. The liquid joy coursing through her veins made her feel like she could take on the world.
“She loved those in-between moments, where worlds join and make everything possible. Precious instants that merge dreams and reality, building bridges, creating links she could not even see before.”
My thoughts are washed away – The sounds of the ripples Crashing on the shore, A few rays of sunlight piercing Through the cloud mantle Hovering in the skies.