Wishful thinking this of dreams lucid.
To fly across rooftops and float over jungles thick.
Unrestrained, absolved of every manner of worldly manacles; gliding over cool air pockets, arms spread like wings, hovering over the world.
Tonight I go places, or so I tell myself. morning can be draped with the flimsy excuse of not having remembered a dream so warm, it had me seeking thrills midair..
Soon on the morrow..
Hearts.
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