thoughts.

she had a dream that he was waiting:

as hemingway raps through his mind in a chattering pace like rays of sunshine, he’s okay with that because it shows him comfort in the power of vulnerability. and oh, how he always wanted to be in those songs of chaos and adventurous hip-hop grunge. there is ivory nudity that was sculpted in mourning across the teeming seas and yet there he sits in the evening waiting precariously because he’s not scared of his flights anymore.

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About dawsoleh

Pre-Vet at University of Lethbridge, hopeful 17-year-old writer, alternative music fanatic, an over thinker at heart. Mayfair, Saskatchewan, Canada
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