When listening to Naval by Yann Tiersen, I'm drowning in a whirlwind of dreams and despair. My eyes cover them self with blue spangled tears, blurring my sight and reality.
A bright light woke me up today. A daylight burning splendid through stained glass windows. A June light I never saw before. A honey sky I thought only appearing ineffable in my dreams. I'm entangled in a deluge of reverie, hearing whispers of my own soothing mind. I'm ascending in fragments and trying to gather all my heartpieces back together.
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