Are you real, or is this just a dream? đ´
Are you real, or is this just a dream? đ´
For the lovers â¤ď¸ đ đ
A shade nocturnal in the midnight court.
Obsidian chains making sinister music as the procession approaches from the rear.
After issuing countless condemnations, she grows bored.
Finally, her eyes gently close as she drifts into picturesque reverie.
On memory, fantasy, and the bodyâs refusal to stay in time.
With the use of heightened pattern recognition overtime you come to desire a different kind of chemistry, one that doesnât buzz and hum with mystery and excitement, but instead, seems almost boring in itâs steadiness and calm.
Thatâs the kind of chemistry that builds a true connection, not one based in fantasy.