In my dreams
The photograph in front of me
Is flooded with the same light
As the room I’m in now
The people in it
Don’t make me doubt anymore
Eyes are only kind
Kind, kind
And you lift an arm slightly
Just for me
And say
There’s room for you here.
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Author:
A.J (Pseudonym) (
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This makes me think of a mirror image almost, an alternative universe, where what you wish for, to belong and accepted, is happening. But maybe it isn't where you are now.
CLARA X
This is so similar to my thoughts of the afterlife. A place of unconditional love.
Don't misunderstand me though, I have no death wish nor do i see one in your writing.
A desire to be accepted for what you are, unconditionally. Hard to find outside of a mother's love.
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