I wish I could tip toe a little higher, step a little closer to the edge, spread my wings a little wider and fly. I wish I had gone to live in a lotus land of my imagination. A place so delicate, covered in roses and the petals of cherry blossom trees. A place that what is desired is dreamed of as already happened, where obstacles dissolve under the weight of desire, and where reality has vanished entirely through the touch of a sinner.
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11:11
Randomdear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
