Let's drown in the orange oceans at the end of the sky. Let's eat the fruit of winters and never question each other. Let's live in bliss and make our own worlds out of painless death, filled with love and light. Let's run away together and never look back, never stopping or slowing down. Let's escape to the hills of paradise, to the place beyond our wildest dreams, where we will be free from our minds, where our suicides will be remembered, where we can fuck from morning until night, where we won't have to worry. I can't stand the thought of never seeing you again, never knowing and always hoping. I left before I could say anything meaningful, hung up the phone in a rage, but I can't save myself from the heartache, the feelings eating me from the inside. I wish I could tell you what you mean to me, how special you are, how your smile can brighten the darkest of rooms, the summer days I long for when I recall my childhood. Life passed in a flash, then those magical days were gone, never to return again.
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Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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The magic of idealistic romantic brought into stark contrast with life's reality of loss and pain. We cannot be the ideal beings we dream of..... but do the dreams ever stop... they shouldn't.
Completely agree. The prevalent and overarching theme of dreaming to me in my poems often can be and is occasionally metaphorical, dreams to me are many beings, but lately I've been dreaming in my sleep more than ever, sometimes two or three separate dreams occurring in one sleep cycle, relating to the strange realities of my life, and I've been dreaming more in life in general.
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