#justwantedtopostsomething

Blue like lost hopes. Maybe the only color that ever-symbolized love in the eyes of a dreamer. This Blue is new, not a friend or foe. They are different. When eyes meet his mind screams.

Eyes fly down to the blank pages of his novel. Until a sensation never felt by the dreamer flows. They lean against him. Staring at the pages. Not seeing a single word, but too scared to look up.

Now he knows. They are both afraid. Or is he the only one seeing this moment. Arms extend hoping to be embraced. Sensation fills dreams with nightmares. But nothing. It is embrace, hands that hold another. Eyes meet.