his thumbs ran over my cheeks. Our foreheads touched. My dreamscape scorched. He set fire to the poppies

There was no normal. There never had been. "Normal" and "natural" were the biggest lies we'd ever created.

his thumbs ran over my cheeks. Our foreheads touched. My dreamscape scorched. He set fire to the poppies

I looked at him and he looked at me. A moment. A choice. My choice. His choice.

Words are everything. Words give wings even to those who have been stamped upon, broken beyond all hope of repair.

I would never see him again. But as I watched the tunnel race before my eyes, I was certain of one thing: I did trust him. Now I had only to trust in myself.

I do not know what I can do for this world but I will not let any harm come to you