Dec 29, 2020
i deeply desire a dreamscape, but all i have to offer is a losing lotto ticket, a cool rock, and the memory of my first kiss — is this sufficient
The leaves have surrounded your bed growing taller with each passing moment. Your sleep long and somber as your heart grows in love. The old ones will come and surround you bringing mist from the distant falls. Levitation will come to you with each breath. The nights will grow long until you settle into the bed, dreams are where the moss grows.
