My dreams are filled with candle lit windows, bunk bed lovers, full lips, standing on the surface of insanity without ever falling in, painted nails, creamy skin, pulling you in, pushing you over.
My dreams are filled with text. Poems on a page. Sparkling champagne. Red wine. Wishful thinking. Day dreaming. Cobblestone walkways. Reading my favorite book over and over. Thinking of you over and over.