Humen

Daydreaming again, it happens everyday. Visions of antique brass and ruby slippers are often ruptured by a sway.

I often get lost in my thoughts. I wish I could focus more, as my quicksilver imagination as led me to so much loss.

I wish I could savor all of the precious and small moments like coming across a field of poppies. But as I hold up the new leaf, I discover again and again that what I do end up remembering is always sloppy.

My daydreams may go on and on, whether they be about a beach or a pond. Even though they often distract me from the real world, they are always memorable and precious – like a newborn fawn.

I quite like daydreaming after all, it seems to be. Forget about the real world, for it often fails you and knocks you down to your knees.

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