I have that feeling its rising up taking me through the ceiling I am flying through the sky below is a forest of trees and patchworks of land some are divided by the gleaming streams and rivers that reflect the sun like liquid silver. What is this moment where everything seems to float. this dream is an illusion surely its not real? its my imagination stimulated by seeing you. I have that feeling its rising up taking me through the ceiling I am flying through the sky below is a forest of trees and patchworks of land some are divided by the gleaming streams and rivers that reflect the sun like liquid silver. What is this moment where everything seems to float. this dream is an illusion surely its not real? its my imagination stimulated by seeing you. Yes, when I dream of things that could be true and other things that could never be unless we made then happen mutually. yes you elevate my thoughts and enhance my dreams I rise up and split through those hidden seams. believing it is both of us that should fly.
