Hannah Flowersi can’t get enough of it
that gray area between asleep and awake
i wish i had more time to dream of you
i could spend countless hours
imagining the dimples on your face
or the crease of your eyelids
the same hazy scenario a thousand times
i’ll watch this movie on repeat until i die
what once was sacred is cursed perhaps it could be worse the temple at which i’d pray overrun now by this wraith my messiah led me astray that’s what you get with blind faith my friends were also fool
can you feel me looking at you? can you hear me whisper to the moon? in the same way i felt you refrain heard the breaking of these chains as i tried to hold onto your frame after i had been an earthq
you asked me to meet you in a dream yes, i will, i replied swiftly for a moment’s pleasure seems far more important than honesty. have you ever watched a mushroom grow? some have spores which, at nigh