Where the sun never sets and summer never ends |
To dream while the sun runs its fingers across my face with my back laying upon the warm grass that waves along with the wind is something I would love to do. Growing up I loved to read tales with endings that told you there was a way to find happiness when all you had known was sorrow. Shutting my eyes I'd lose myself in stories where people lived better lives than I ever had; still I escape the world into one where the sun always smiles and the sky never cries in an endless paradise of joy... |
Dreaming... |