Breathe

For all the times that I sound stupid and silly, for when the times my face turns a blush of red, nothing beats the pleasure derived from what comes after. If this is the result of passion, then I'm ready for all the pain that comes with it. For this is the best I can ever ask for.

No longer do I want it in my dreams. No longer do I want it to be just another mirage set in my eyes. I want it to be the lush oasis in the middle of a barren desert. I want to feel it. I want it to be real. Something tangible.

Nothing beats the sensation of feeling the breath of dreams. I know I'm close.

I want to stay here for good. This is my home now.