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We sat in silence, staring at the sun set sweet above our heads While gentle breezes kissed our skin and whispered our thoughts Then the silver moon cast its spotlight unto us And we looked into each others' eyes I dreamt this up, while glaring meaninglessly at the flourescent screen of my laptop. And I realised, dreams truly are a beautiful product of imagination, coupled with just a dash of facts, a slice of hope, and a tiny dose of anti-reality. This way all ingredients complement each other by removing the knowledge that dreams this grand rarely, if ever, come through for us by becoming true for us. And that's when the stingy, salty sensation called 'tears' comes into play. Not that they ever need to be shed. EF: 8 Kai posted at 10.15p.m, 15-5-09 |