I want to live in a world where hilltops flood first. Where Waterfalls are borne of high tide’s devastation.
I want to swim in an ocean that gives up it’s secrets. Where the circle completes. Where we are always welcome to come back home.
I want to fly in a sky big enough for the both of us. Where landing is always an option, an alternative to Amelia’s plight.
I want to sleep in a dream that coddles reality. Holds these ideas to be true. Holds our love to the fire, where it’s tempered. Dreams that focus everything. Dreams from which we don’t wake up.