Friday Journey

Part one

I know I can’t have what I want, but I can dream. Of a time when we’re both unadulteratedly happy, loving one another amongst the Angels, covered in gold and held by the universe.


Part two

They say I’ve met my match. So if we kill each other, tell me, then will our ghosts abide happily together?

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