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There is nothing so good as...the dream.
The eyes close, the breathing shallows, there is a distant hum and that world becomes deep influence of images and scents. Every so often there is the fable told of love found and lost that seems to bleeds its way into the slumber. Instead of the typical “going to school in your underwear” or “falling for all eternity,” there is the idea of a candle lit room, a glance across a crowded room or the utopian embrace of that someone who somebody has waited to meet for an eternity. The symphonic music that rises and falls as life passes slowly by and all choked sentiments are eradicate and the untainted feelings spill out unabated. They stand at opposite sides of the oval shaped room surrounded by candles that zig-zag across the floor. There eyes, unblinking focus on one anothers. The room seems larger because of the glass walls and ceilings. There is little expression as they move closer and join their right hands, their left moves to the others side. The eyes to the soul converge as one and the aroma of love spills into the air. Nothing matters but that pressure on the heart that means nothing more that both have been linked and will never be separated.
Conversely, there is nothing so bad as...
Waking and knowing it never really happened. Although the scents still lingering and the heaviness of the heart is obviously present, you spend the next moments shutting your eyes, hoping to get back to that place. Then spending the hours, wishing you were back in that place, and the next night, closing your eyes and simply wondering.
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