writing Every moment...

[Ferret Girl 2,642]

Given time to squander upon sweet memories of dearest moments in our dreams, I find the allusion of which to be our future encompassed in an ever growing truth. The end of fantasy and beginning of a reality upon our hearts in this desolate setting is but another testament to the conquering sentiments that drive and inspire our inner passions. That which we find ourselves giving unto each other, or even using to create and bring forth new and greater feelings into a form of existence. Yes, I find myself caught in the ever expanding boundaries that we allow ourselves. The definition of everything we dare to embrace becomes molded to our very touch, and in doing so provides the infinite expanse for our feelings to meld our own world.  It is in such thought and wonder that I lose control of any sentiment I possess. It is in this void that I find my dearest passions burning brightest, and ever so urging me to create more memories to which I can reminisce in quiet comfort with you by my side.

 

 

-David Favret