There’s an art to life’s distractions, to somehow escape the burning weight, the art of scraping through, some like to imagine, the dark caress of someone else, I guess any thrill will do. Would things be easier if there was a right way? Honey, there is no right way. And so I fall in love just a little, oh a little bit every day with someone new -Hozier, Someone New

I don’t know what it is about dreams, that makes you fall in love with people so easily.

the feeling of being spun down the school hallways and the way the all too familiar blue lights shown on his crimson red curls. the kind of dream that makes you wake up smiling.

the heat mixed with a thick fog from summer rain pressed against a window pane. laughing and drawing unrecognizable figures. he laughs. the all too familiar blue lights shown on his mop of a brown mess of hair. the kind of dream that makes you wake up feeling more alone than ever.

you’re gathering speed as race through the airport security gate. it’s a firm strong embrace. you’re completely immersed in his dark gray hoodie and the smell of his body wash. the all too familiar blue lights shown on his unkept dirty blonde hair. the kind of dream that makes you wake up feeling nostalgic.