All I want is to forget about the sun and moon, the broken wings on my back and thorns piercing my skin. To the eternal darkness, the dotted lights in the sky. Goodnight, loves.
I like things. I like a lot of that stuff. Like that thing between sleep and awake, and the color of water, and the sun and moon, and the stars and sky.
And I especially like you. And your mistakes. And your eyes. And your laugh.
And I like to think its only real to me.
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