when a reality is a dream,





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I find inspiration in the stars.

I look like a fool, head outstretched towards the night sky, and to anyone who asks: I’m counting the stars. Something so simplistic, in my eyes, is something so beautiful.

I dream with stars across my eyelids. Dreams are my fuel, my inspiration, as I dream of a world so full of love and wonder. My dream is in the palm of my hands. My dream will be etched across the pages of my forever-bound.

Inspiration comes from every little moment and sight my curiosity bestows upon. At night, when my dreams come to life on paper, I will look at the sky in completion.

In that moment, reality is a dream. 


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