fallenraen

Trace this thread and come back to me because darling we've come too far crossing all these galaxies. Lace your fingers through mine and we'll walk along these stars. We can balance on this rope that leads from where we are from one life to another. Darling, look and see how we've come so far. Our twisting paths are intertwining destinies. We're a soul for a soul created from stardust to twirl and dance for eternity.

Paper enclosed with memories, folded carefully to give them wings, I'll hang these creatures from the ceiling in between lights that will give them life. Spilling out from my room, into a hall barren aside from a lonely picture or two, these birds will fly even if they can't reach the sky. How easy is it to imagine, these thousand paper cranes, abandoning the strings that bind them and flooding from a house with the sound of their wings brushing everything? A thousand paper cranes I'll begin to fold and hang from my ceiling. A thousand paper cranes to come to life and grant me a wish that can only be imagined themselves if they were real.

the evening sky, to show me how it is through your eyes? Are there hues of warm colors or is it simply cold clashing with warm in a display of blue against orange? Would you paint me a picture of your morning and would it be the same as your evening, or would you pick out something as simple as your first cup of coffee or tea? Whether painted in colors, in your words spilled across a page, or over my ears; I want to know you between the times of sunrise and sunset right before you fall asleep. And if one night you can't sleep, would you paint me a picture of your night when you're staring at your wall or the moon and show me what colors t

Take my hand, twirl me around, can you glimpse the fireflies as we dance? A silent audience, blinking and providing our light, the warm air surrounding us is filled with those lanterns. Can you hear the music? Can you feel the beat? We're singing even if we can't speak, laughing even if we can barely breathe. Dancing, listening, singing, laughing all across the grass as we glide (in what hopefully passes as graceful), yet paying no mind whoever may judge for there's only us tonight. Under the stars above, through the yellow stars around, I think dancing with you would be more like having lightning bugs inside me, replacing the butterflie

A step off the edge a plummet from the cliff, a crash into the ocean. I closed my eyes, not because I was afraid of the height, but because you'd be the water to catch me.