No1.: Innocent Sin

Wake me up, from my own creation... When morning dew kisses my skin.. As I breathe you in, the essence of you fills my lungs.. When the sweet scent of peaches fills the air.. When your fingers softly touch my hair.. I am both healed and broken.. When my gaze meets yours and holds.. Sustained and starved by the very thought of you.. Wake me up, when you’re not my illusion.. but you exist.. When I have no reason to grieve the unseen.. Wake me up when we embrace in innocent sin.. Wake me up, from my own dream...

An1, 2024