With a soft piano playing behind you, grab a cup of tea and make yourself comfortable as you fall deep into the intricate web of thoughts I spun only for you my love. Don't worry about your cold hands as the tea grows cold; simply stare at the constellations of my words as I blow the warmth on your hands through the paper and show you an adventure of my hidden galaxy.
I am just a writer who loves to write in ink, believes in ten impossible things each morning, indulges in ideas but has a knack for perpetually abandoning said ideas and procrastinating the night away.
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- JoinedSeptember 10, 2012