The Delusional

You still visit me even in the most random day. Like a fairytale that never gets old, we meet where the northern light dance.

Our time is a short-lived infinity wrapped in slow motion.
It’s where paintings go alive and everything in this dreamland is left for us to explore.

Here, we lay as we watched a thousand stars falling from the sky and I’m wishing the same prayer in all of them. Here, there are no rules or logic. Here, your eyes, I don’t have to look away. Here, we’re beautifully messed up.

But the daylight chases us. Happy-ending ends.

I opened my eyes once again and watched the streak of sunshine on my window.

– brynelmaries