Indigo dreams set upon a blacklight drop invigoration of the senses as each moonlit fantasy collides soundlessly with reality sweet release temptual flare Indigo dreams and whitewater muses together as forestry falls and the rising desire of primal affection seen through gazeless eyes of unadulterated inhibitions which exist only as mere foresight.
Reason for writing:
I was inspired by the comparisons that can be made between falling and love, and contemplating nature. There is a beauty in everything, we must only look inside of ourselves to see how it relates to us. :)
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