Take my hand. The slow spinning movents make my heart pound fiercely against my chest. My vision is limited an blurred ever so slightly around the edges. My fingers are no longer fingers, but lines of static. My mouth is incapable of speech.
But I can show you the world.
The world I come from, the world I live in. I see things in a different way than you, and you see things in a different way that I cannot begin to imagine. Take my hand, I will take yours and we can show eachother what it is like to live.
Someday, I am sure, it will be so easy to understand all of this.
But for now, let's dance in wistful heat. Forget the past, forget the future. Just live. Just hope. Just dream. Just be.
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