Your existence is someting I always felt

From that first conversation to the thousands afterwards

Every path I took

The ones I began with doubt


That something that works behind all the feeling we go through

All the stories from lost diaries

The story that I am

The story that you’ve been

Existing in a dimension of intricacies and air

Spreading magic wherever it can

Holding me fearlessly from thousands of miles away, then into the very same daylight

Having courage as the sun cascades — sacred and proud

To cradle us into bliss

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