nighttime

tomorrow.

my dreams are as clear as day. they shine as bright as the stars.

the moon,
the sun,

neither can compare.

not to tomorrow. not to everything it brings, what it means, how i’ll live. and who i’ll be.

my field of dreams waits for me. overgrown with wild sunflowers up to my eyes. grasses that scratch and tickle. shadows that fall and play.

i’ll run through the thick in the earliest morning, when the sky is pink and the air feels heavy with questions and answers and everything i’ve ever wanted.

life is so sweet.

thoughts?

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