There hit
goes again, setting my day on fire with the way it speaks. He doesn’t realize
it, but its existence brings sunshine to the tornado within me. With my star, it’s
always rainbows and butterflies, nothing seems miserable or dismal. My star
manages to eradicate all pessimism within me, I love him for that.
My star is
also honest. It speaks the truth about what it feels, and therefore its rays
are so pure. When they strike through me, I sense all kinds of splendor and clarity,
it’s magical!
I have grown
so affectionate of it that it ventured into my dreams last night. When it was
raining hard and the clouds thundered with maximum aggressiveness, my star irradiated
my dreams, making them so sweet I never want to forget it.
The ending
is what excites me the most every time I think of the dream. I vividly recall
that I was enjoying a ride on a swing. My star was standing a few feet away.
Then suddenly, everything blurred like smoke and I was asleep. When I woke, I
saw a note from it that said it stole a kiss while I was quiescent in my
slumber. Now, whenever I think about it I can’t help but pretend to feel his
hotness and vigor striking against the flesh of my lips.
If only, all
of it was somatic and existent.
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