Senior Production Worker, still bound to screw up and 22.
Angel singing, birds blessing, the sky shaking and ground storming.
What is this language? It is our voices projected into a symphony of dandelions gliding effortlessly through our ears.
Sometimes, things in life are not meant to be put together. The glue is not strong enough to keep them bonded.
Oh is it all just a dream, being stuck in this sequence. The day seems to last forever and the night consumes every hour of a bright day.
The bedroom shadows disappear, the dim lights are in between the blinds and to a point that only a slight beam seeps into the room.