Moving together.To hum beneath the hush.Stitched in shadow.Threaded along pulse.Low lights.Breath slow.Let the silence undress us.Morning needn’t know. Sleep is for the unstirred.We are knuckle, nerve, and moan.We are what the dark keeps.When it wants something of its own.

Leaving a trail of curious complexities everywhere I go.

Good morning to the dreams that feel more real than life only.

RT @ImJstRlyTired: Woke up while my dreams ran fleeting again.

RT @highsieze6: you looked so dreamy in my dream.

RT @mysticcastIe:

Sorry I pulled on the clouds in your sky,.I only wanted to frolick within your fog.

Woke up as a wanderer of worlds again.

RT @mysticcastIe:

RT @LavenderXLovely:

What does the creaking of the wooden ship in open waters have to say about it?.

RT @_HaileyBay_: A bridge between realities.

RT @pd_bates: i’ll make flowers grow.even in the darkest parts of you.

RT @axel7772_: words create new beings.

RT @blackdreamvibes:

RT @shallowgreys: haunted by poetry.

RT @BayanHedonist: Powązki Cemetery, Warsaw.

RT @pallavi31: touch so tender, flowers bloom.

RT @ccanton2: Have you tried walking along where the ocean meets the shore about it ?.

What if we kissed in the training building, on the last obstacle, the one that's a death trap, until we both fall through the trap door in the floor?.

RT @alltheblueroses: being mysterious in the garden.