clouds and rabbit holes
a little voice, inside, always repeated: never look down, never look back, stay in the present, never plan, never dream, avoid pain, be realistic, life always gives you lemons.
'logic' and 'common sense' doesn't agree with my heart. it doesn't matter if it doesn't make sense, because it feels right. it doesn't matter if nobody else understands why, or how. it matters who the dreams are created with, and the wispy, invisible strings that guide me through life.
no, it's not the same as yours, it's not what i envisioned.
it's real, it's here and it's forever. i sleep on clouds, and i crawl down rabbit holes towards a fairytale, a movie, a never-ending story. it moves like dripping green tea ice-cream down my chin, and smells like sunkissed skin, and looks like the silence of the night in your bright eyes, and sounds like summer dancing on the dashboard.
it's the endless flickering of photographs behind open eyelids that tell a story of the past, and the future and remind us. right here, right now.