The image of gossamer wings, floating through the air in my mind.
The thought of a voice, born out of my imagination.
The feeling of being drawn towards something.
The mind playing moments in itself.
Moments that didn't happen. Won't happen. May happen. Could happen. Happened.
Moments I wish that would happen.
My inner-eye projecting images. Fictious. Dreamy. Frightening.
My hopes in constant flux. My fears in constant flux.
My expectations in battle with themselves.
And still...
A smile.
Honest. Happy.
And a wish.
To be able to be there for her. Whatever may come.















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