restless rambles

a safe space to write and share and ramble without worry :)

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ik no one is seeing my posts yet, but i’ll reblog anyway!

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Thank you, @writers-hq for putting it so eloquently on Facebook.

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me with any of my writing/rambles ever big oofs

not just on tumblr, but in the culmination of my existence

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dream of me

Dream of me when the night comes to an end and is greeted by the early beginnings of morning, dimming the clamor of the late-night insomniacs that have finally (hopefully) succumbed to the peaceful release of slumber. Dream of me when you find yourself lost in the midst of blurred faces that seem to race past you, too independent to maintain the connection I know you so desire. Dream of me when the air is cool and crisp and everything settles, if only for a moment, and you’re finally able to breathe in deeply, pondering over the crunch of the fallen leaves. Dream of me when you discover the missing piece of the puzzle you’ve spent your whole life aiming to complete, taking a picture you’ll never look back upon. Dream of me when the rainfall roars with the wind and you bundle up in trusting warmth beside a crackling golden fire. Dream of me when you’ve reached the top of the highest building you can find as you overlook the blinding city lights and the birds that now fly beneath you, basking in fleeting success. Dream of me when even the sunniest of days and brightest of smiles cannot spur from you the laughter I’ve grown to love and miss so much. Dream of me when the swirl of your coffee caresses you with steam and engulfs you in the comfort I’ve failed to provide you in my absence. Dream of me when the last bit of ice cream melts onto your tongue with such ease you can’t help but savor the feeling before having to coming to terms with its end. Dream of me when the stars begin to reflect and dance upon the water with so much clarity the little puddles on your window sill appear as vast as the sky above. Dream of me when the sun and moon seemingly collide as everyone gazes up in awe and you find yourself, as I know you will, looking out over the sea of people in a vain attempt to place the nostalgia growing within you. Dream of me when you run your fingers along the sprawling handwriting and doodles that cover the now dust ridden edges of an old hardcover journal whose pages still remain unfinished. Dream of me when you sift through letters of moments long past, craving, yearning to fight the unrelenting current of time. Dream of me even when you think you can dream no longer, lying awake until the birds begin to chirp and the promise of freshly squeezed juice grows near, a reminder that the fragility of your humanity is not without the strength of perseverance. 

Dream of me, won’t you? For I shall dream of you in all that I am and all that I do.