The traffic, the voices, all too much. I cover my ears and imagine myself somewhere else. There you were, holding the moon and stars in your hands, your eyes glazed wet. I wish you’d cradled me this way, offered me hope that we could know each other. I guess not.
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Quite poetic
amazing how the author’s put me back in the past… the feeling of total derealization when there’re so many people but that exact special one is missing….
relatable… the feeling of total derealization when there’re so many people but that exact special one is missing….
I like every author’s word!! Amazingly well written, so romantic and beautiful. I do love staring at the sky looking for many stars and dream about maybe one day…