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Under the tree we sat, clicking away at a purple, dead lighter.
Sprinting through a field to get another one, I found my mind wandering.
Rambling and laughing through coughing up clouds of thick smoke, before making out way into the world.
We were adventurers, exploring a foreign world.
Like a dream, you walked beside me as I flourished in my new temporary reality.
Nothing was real, but everything meant the world to me
Opening my eyes for the first time in a whole new headspace is something that is etched into my memory permanently.
I felt as though I could float with you as my guide, gripping your shoulder to make sure I was still on this planet in some sense.
Hazy and giggling, we wandered through the streets and alleys, permanently finding something to say as we gazed at the overcast skies above.
Small raindrops prickling our exposed skin as we watched the ebb and flow of the river.
Conversations were encapsulating, as they usually are with you.
You have such an aura that I cannot describe, you're so ethereal yet down to Earth and you carry a universe in your pocket.
You're my depiction of a saint, through and through.
My small-town saviour from a shitty existance, bringing gifts of getting stoned and daydrinking.
In all senses, we're connected and similar.
I wouldn't want it any other way though, because we're soul family through thick and thin, and I'll always have you to lean on, and you'll always have me too.
<3
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imogen <3
U always write about me so kerouac-esque. Obsessed