I will die with my dreams in my hands streaming like watercolor tears
I will die with hope on my lips, tiny pink buds shooting towards the sun
I will die with passion screaming from my soul, a final firework of succulent unedited joy
I will die having lived vibrantly.
I will die
With my dreams in my hands streaming like multifaceted watercolor tears
Like a slick fog I'll leave behind on the dewy emerald ground.
I will never stop dreaming
Dreams are not an escape from reality
They are reality on a different plane
They are the alchemy that kiss my spirited lips and bring my badass heart back to life
They are the magical place