𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕞𝕪𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤

“dreams are the stuff of dreams”

[lostinmyreveries]

~ I’ve found an affinity for the moon,

So strangely mortal in its solitude.

Glowing amongst the grace and ghosts of stars,

Grieving amongst the days and dreams gone by.

Our follies and hope prompt solicitude,

They fear our nostalgia for desire’s doom。

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[lostinmyreveries]

~ I’ve been searching for skies struck with a certain shade of sunshine; only to see colours and clouds that I don’t recognise. Grasping at stars that shift and shuffle under my gaze; so scathing with their silver tongues - rejecting my wishes one by one.

I guess you were always their favourite.

But whatever wishes we made must have faded and fallen by now. Those promises as foreign as I am to you. Yet I ache for those familiar eyes - even if accompanied with a stranger’s smile.

Let me dream for a while. Let me reminisce. Let those scenes unfold and play as if nothing had changed at all。

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[THE VIEW FROM OUR ROOM - HOTEL GABRIELLI, VENICE, ITALY]

~ Standing. Waiting for the sky to be struck by starlight. We let the silence between conversations linger and settle into the cracks of nostalgia, comfortable and content with just the mutter of water below. I wonder what stories the last few ships held as they swam into the night. As strangers slowly stumbled in search for home, we were the last left to watch the curtains close. It’s strange to think how fleeting the scene really was. And just as sudden as it had begun, an end was already in sight, painting life into another memory。

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THEY TOLD ME TO COME BACK

~ I’m told not to wander around these foreign grounds yet the unknown still finds my wondering mind. I recognised bits and pieces; found them in other stories, clumsily bound under an idyllic haze. The days of dawdling sunlight, the burdens of young hearts - all of it was there. [Why were we so foolish to think it would disappear with us?] There was something about this visit that lit thunder in my thoughts. No doubt, the place remained but the people had inevitably changed. I returned, a stranger。

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[lostinmyreveries]

~ The nights have already began to blossom and choke, the foreshadowings of spring coming early this year. Slow skies will soon part in that familiar manner, unveiling how two soliloquies had intertwined into a story. Once upon a time, two minds collided into a thousand words, which soon bloomed into a tragedy - that is, if one could even call it that. As despite the tradition, it was not death who grazed the hands of these lovers. It was life. Life suddenly sprung and decided to act as fate, pulling them apart. It demanded them to play a part of its show beneath the lights of the universe. However, our heroes had fought and burnt their scripts. But neither could survive without a role in the world. They soon found less costly ways to start a fire. Inevitably, our lovers left to learn their new lines and recite them with eyes of silver sights. Soon a book was found unbound。

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[lostinmyreveries]

~ Clouds and stars and scapes of blue always veil the thoughts of you. Something deeper than desire has fallen amongst us, yet I feel that the promises of forever will inevitably stumble into a void between maybe and never. But if I had the choice, I’d somehow bind our chapters into a story. I’d peer into tomorrow and maybe witness your wish to stay. Yet a part of me dares not to disturb the door of fate (or maybe I am too scared of what I would see beyond it)。

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[lostinmyreveries]

~ Tonight, I asked for the city to slow down.

I sent the glow of the moon to your window. I painted the sky the deepest black, requested the clouds to fall back and welcome the stars.

You closed your curtains。

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[lostinmyreveries]

~ Those days seemed to glow beneath every light of the universe. We collided. We shattered. Our stories began to untangle themselves. It can’t be said that we didn’t try to stop it though, but no matter which way we wove our tales, it was only a matter of time before we realised that fate held us in separate hands. And soon the lights became all too blinding。

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[lostinmyreveries]

~ I wish we had more chances. We all knew that whatever this was would never last, that when the autumn came to whisk us away, nobody would be left to hold the summer down. Scattered across the universe, we become used to watching the streetlights flicker on alone.

Sometimes I return, hoping that I will find you all in those seats, smiling and poking at my lateness. Sometimes I return, hoping to be found, even if it may be a little late。

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[lostinmyreveries]

~ Years have passed by. People have faded but the lights remain, blinking for another generation of curious eyes that they caught. Our stories have taken us far, far away from this small town, but remnants of our long gone summers remain scattered within it. And somewhere beneath the buildings that have been raised and trees that have blossomed higher than ever, our hearts lie. Waiting to be found。

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[lostinmyreveries]

~ Who are we to challenge the universe?

Day after day, life after life, inevitably, we always fall back, standing in silence at the edge of another lonely, fractured night -polarised- hypnotised by fate, who tempts our follies in a language of lies。

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~And even now, despite you being so far away, I find that my story is still weaving itself against your name. It’s as if I have been bound by one of those little red strings of fate - lifetime after lifetime - always back to you。

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(“How sensitive are these threads you hang from?” Photo by chrisv_photo on Flickr)

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~ Eyes closed, they held it all back; flung their thoughts to the moon; untied words from their hearts. Their confessions would instead be saved for a better time-a brighter world where their desires are not their destruction. All they can do now is hope. Hope that one day, in another lifetime, they will stumble upon each other again, and that their story will find a home in the universe。

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[lostinmyreveries]

~ The city lights of home beneath us stirs unrest in my heart. For within that illuminated chaos, our story lies somewhere, clinging to the remnants of the demolished, caught amongst the skyscrapers & its players. And though such an insignificant scene is hard to find, believe me when I say that it exists - remaining and waiting for us to open our eyes。

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Thank you so much, it’s beautiful!

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~ Mind colliding with clouds, senses circled by stars. I’m lost in some type of wonderland, where even the darkness seems to glow with a soft flicker of desire for someone it knows. It is here I lay, eyes to the sky, half hoping you will come to get me, half wondering if you’ll choose to stay instead。

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[lostinmyreveries]

~ I sometimes wonder how many promises were made under those distant stars above us tonight. How many thousands of lovers and tragedies they have espied. In truth, we have no right to condemn them for our tales, for they too are purely instruments of fate, bound to observe every story that makes up the universe; burning-unflinching- descrying our mortal antics, even in their death。

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