In reality: reality, to me, is better than all my dreams.
Month: August 2013
she said.
“When ever is there time to stare at the sky,” she said. I could see the goosebumps forming on her skin as she said it. I could see the hair on her forearms rise. From her facial expression to the wrinkles in her smile, something in her changed when she said that sentence. As if in that moment she was the sentence itself.
Time cannot be found. It is only lost.
Where possible, I prefer truth over fiction.