In Love

The sun was about to set. He sensed the summery rays gently hitting both his skin and heart.

Her hair was split near the side of her head. Her right bundle of hair cast a shadow on most of her left eye. It trailed down like a waterfall and stopped at chin level. Her left bundle of hair was at the same length, and was tucked behind her ear.

She smiled as if she knew that he loved her. Her cheekbones had a red hue, and were contracted to assume a smile that sat between demure and charming.

With her dark green eyes, she looked through mine, and into my heart. How could someone so easily make you feel like you're on a journey and home at the same time? How can someone instill the dreariest fears and the most gripping hopes just through a gaze? 

He knew his feelings, nothing more, and this was inexplicably enough for him for that moment and all moments to come.

Dream

I had a dream during today.

I woke up on a little cherry twig that laid on the ground atop a moustache. It was shaped with shaving cream, as if to make a statement.

The twig broke, making me accelerate down an endless tunnel of wondrous musical beings and cartoon like demons. And as fractals intertwined in orgasmic harmony and dissolved in a vast sea of silence, I decelerated to a full stop in the middle of an ocean that laid bare and waveless for as long as the eye can see.

Then I was submerged into the water, just enough to get the top of my head wet.

I then drowned, cried, and woke up.