Tagged: Emo

This morning I woke from a beautiful dream. She stood there before me, exactly as I remembered her: smart, beautiful, aggressive, and playful. There was no background, just darkness, but we were lit by a warm, orange light. She smiled, that old half-cocked grin, as we held eachother as if pausing in a dance. It was the most intensely real experience I’ve ever had. She asked me to give her a child. We came together and made love. It was abstract and timeless, our bodies flowing together under the curve of the Goldent Ratio. A subdued passion. I could feel...