How can it be?
Beautiful!
Sometimes I feel like our dreams may be just fantasies, and reality is harsh; thank you for reminding me that the dream is eternal, and reality is ephemeral! Watching the stars, together, always.
Reality can be harsh. And it is deeply felt. But then, it's a myth, not the absolute. And myths can be told, retold and recreated.
Even the deepest of wounds heal, the pain we must not suppress, it always keeps us wounded. We have to let go of the walls we create and feel, for...
"The pain, it demands to be felt"
Beautiful!
Sometimes I feel like our dreams may be just fantasies, and reality is harsh; thank you for reminding me that the dream is eternal, and reality is ephemeral! Watching the stars, together, always.
Reality can be harsh. And it is deeply felt. But then, it's a myth, not the absolute. And myths can be told, retold and recreated.
Even the deepest of wounds heal, the pain we must not suppress, it always keeps us wounded. We have to let go of the walls we create and feel, for...
"The pain, it demands to be felt"