In the realm of possibility, there's a probability, that we choose as reality, a “yes”, with mutuality. ____________________________ —But you, dispose of me— ____________________________ So, this actuality remains for me, a fantasy. ____________________________ So you— keep running… to the place where people wake. and I’ll… keep vanishing… to the place where dreamers sleep. Where possibilities still weep Where probabilities still leap Yes, find me there, in the place where— promises still keep and love can still speak.
That's beautiful Steph 💛
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We find you there,
where those moments are found.
In the spaces where dreams sleep,
and you weep no longer,
where love keeps you safe.
Thank you, Mark. How I dream of safety 🫂♥️
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This feels quiet and aching in the best way.
The line *“I’ll keep vanishing to the place where dreamers sleep”* stayed with me.
There’s a softness in it — like hope refusing to fully disappear. ✨
Omg, I love this!
I’m honored! Yay!
Quantum mechanic duality, A wave and a particle ?!?
This one has me crying!! ♥️
😭🫂thank you for feeling it with me, V.
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Thank you for feeling it and being here and sharing. 🫂