AN: So, I was digging through some of my stuff and found an old book full of writings and such. Some were great, and some were meh... Anyway, I thought I'd share one with you guys. Reality My eyes are open. My body leads me out, though my mind doesn't know where. The decor of the house stuns me, but I chose to pass on. The door is open and nightfall looms. My body moves into the darkness awaiting the surprises. Anticipation looms my thoughts as constellations twinkle above. To proclaim my drawing fate my heart hopes they could. It is strange--this path of familiarity; my heart walks, but my body has never crossed this path. Finally, I see you twinkling at me. We spend that night, gazing at the stars. Time evaporates--the sound disappears and "us" is the only existence in that we know. I hold you--brush your hair-- your lips pressed against my cheek. The perfect memory of life... If only dreams were the same as reality (Dated October 12, 2011) C'n'c please.
