Dreaming of stars and a boy beau with a moon mouth and tangled eyes of all sorts of blues and greens. Some sort of warm infinity stringing flowers across his crown. Was it time to feel everything and miss nothing. I'd hope for some sort of magic to leak into my veins and never ebb. I'd like his lily fingers, all of their pallor and power within close contact of my scalp and eyelids. I'd like to wake up but never truly with a paradise dusk as lens on these orbs. No more lonely hands and muddled minds but your spine perhaps etched into mine. Let's live in this world you and eye where night sky's shine and glint but will not fade, were we can sink into euphoria but never be lost.