I walked on the black sky last night.
Tiny stars crushed under my feet.
People say it was just asphalt that glittered on the rain-bathed pavement.
I wasn't dreaming. It was real.
I am sure.
I can tell.
I guess.
I saw purple fairies dancing with their silver crowns.
In broad daylight.
And everyone seemed to ignore.
People tell me it was ordinary flowers on ash-colored plant in the garden.
I wasn't dreaming. It was real.
I am sure.
I can tell.
I guess.
I saw your eyes shine at my sight.
You winked and said that you 'really' love me.
People tell me it was a bait and I was foolish.
I wasn't dreaming. It was real.
I am sure.
I can tell.
I guess...
#Afterthought : Seemingly simple post inspired by one of my Spotless Places. Sometimes you wonder if you are looking at the world with rose colored glasses and avoiding the reality the world often draws your attention to. It is scary. At moments of doubt like this, embrace your naivety without pushing away the realist in you.
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