turn them into dreams;

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In a day trip, our hands fiddled the possibility of a breather—an escape to aphrodisiac. In the fields of Florence, we wandered with our heads filled with rain drops. The dew covered the sanity we had until our fingers slipped to a dreamless river.

The sound of gaps and gasps echoed around us. In the midst of our travel, we fell apart; across the city, we lost ourselves.

On top of the hills where the breathtaking view rose, I searched for you; but it seemed you found another pair of warm hands. I waited until dusk, but when I knew nobody would be around to seek for my broken soul, I left without the half of my lungs.

When the night came, the thousand stars bled with serenity. I counted them until I fell asleep, hoping everything would turn into a solemn dream.


Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.


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