In the gushing of his dreams, he strummed the breeze, calming the dark nights from the loud whispers of pain.
When you know who you want to be and where you want to go, it doesn't matter when they can't comprehend your actions and sacrifices.
Maybe we could talk about dreams, goals, life, or causes you fight for, or how you sleep the frustrations away—but you're a cat.
But its dreams died in the heavens, along with its leaves perishing by the wild winds, to lay asleep forever.
Love will not be forced for it overflows, and you will bathe him in your kisses for each beat of your heart.
Let go of the thorns of my love, for I only love in captivity.
This series is dedicated to paintings I made and will paint in the future that fits the idea of fantasy.