Fever DreamI lie here, thinking of you. Sad songs quietly leak through the speakers... A guitar whispers its minor notes, as if it were too afraid to sing its sorrow.Fever Dream
I stare up at the ceiling, making shapes out of its subtle imperfections, imagining they were stars forming into constellations.
In the far corner of the room I see Orion. My savior, my tormentor, persistent and ever-present. I squeeze my eyes shut to banish the image.
As I sleep, I dream of far-away places. Paradise is anywhere but here. Paradise is anywhere you are, a million mi
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Art exists intrinsically within everything... you just have to go looking for it.
you,
bestie.
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Art exists intrinsically within everything... you just have to go looking for it.
I searched dear oceana and found your picture of james
I like your gallery
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Some Numbers, A name, to indicate you played the game
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