Jan 22, 2016
We imagined if we watched the midnight sky long enough We’d see a shooting star. We did.
She said there’s something in my eyes that resembles her soul. Sweetheart, There’s something in your smile that is electric to the wires of my spine.
The stars are bright. and we burn the same light, guided by what we cannot see or some wild idea, We dream.
We dream big, we dream simple smiles, and we dream of laughter.
We are the wild… the wild torches of the night hoping to burn forever.