passion is proof intensity, not accuracy of a belief
I’ve been sleeping this whole time, waiting to hear you call my name, to wake me from the dream, you who are my dream, and let me live the world I wake beside.
Let me stretch to touch the sky, see with my own eyes, and not be told no stars tonight, when outside the cave is light and shadows of twilight already falling.
I’ve been wanting to follow, to believe the dream words you weave, but you’re as lost as me. Find your way back please, and let me live the world I wake beside.
