I always want to be telling stories. Of other times and other places. I want to be taking you to landscapes of my mind where I've never been before. I want this to be new for me and for you. An adventure that we can go on hand in hand.
Or maybe I just take you to the very edge. We can skirt the boundaries of my thoughts and memories and you can inhabit the space in between. Bordering the precipice of my mind. Blend my reality, my created reality, with your imagination.
This is about me.
And About you.
And the space in between.
I’ll meet you in the dreamworld.
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