maybe

if i born to be dreamer maybe i would be sad in that moment when you change your focus to something else

maybe intuition wouldn’t be my strength

and maybe i would try to force you

maybe i couldn’t stay alone with myself

maybe that would be my truth but i would hide that side from you

maybe i would afraid to lose you

so maybe i would be pretend someone else

if i born to be feeler maybe i would be sad in that moment when you change your focus to something else

maybe intuition wouldn’t be my power

and maybe i would beg you

maybe i wouldn’t bear my feelings

maybe that would be my truth but i would cried away in the bathroom secretly

maybe i would terrified to lose you

so maybe i would be high all the time

but i am not that

i am me, i am my strength

all i can do is be sad for my strength

all i can do is be sad for my power

all i can do is be me

i am my intuition

if you make me think, i would dream with you in that moment

when your focus changed and turned yourself something else.

i become my intuition again, and that is my realty

that is my strength

and i always know what will happen between us

i won’t be sad if you would go it would be the truth and i would be prepared

Picturesque

In a picturesque coastal setting, where the shimmering waves gently caressed the sandy shores, stood a charming house on the ocean. Nestled amidst the breathtaking beauty of nature, this house became a haven for a person eagerly awaiting their loved ones.

As the sun slowly descended towards the horizon, painting the sky with vibrant hues of orange and pink, the house emitted a warm glow. Its windows reflected the shimmering ocean, mirroring the tranquility that enveloped the surroundings.

Inside, a person named Alex sat patiently by the window, their heart filled with anticipation. Alex had been separated from their loved ones for a long time, and this house on the ocean served as a beacon of hope, a place where they would soon reunite.

The gentle breeze carried whispers of distant laughter and the familiar scent of the sea, heightening Alex's anticipation. They recalled fond memories shared with their loved ones, reminiscing about the joyful moments they had spent together.

As the sun finally dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow upon the ocean's surface, a familiar figure appeared on the horizon. It was the silhouette of Alex's loved one, walking towards the house. With each step, their hearts beat faster, growing closer to embracing the warmth of reunion.

Finally, the front door swung open, and Alex rushed out to greet their loved one. Tears of joy streamed down their faces as they locked into a tight embrace, feeling the warmth of their love fill the air. The house on the ocean had become a witness to their undying affection and the power of their enduring bond.

Together, they watched the sun sink beneath the waves, painting the sky with an ethereal display of colors. As darkness fell, the house on the ocean became a sanctuary of love and togetherness, a place where memories were cherished, and dreams were nurtured.

TASTE LIKE COTTON CANDY

In a quaint village surrounded by blossoming meadows and babbling brooks, there lived a young woman named Lily. She had a heart as soft as cotton candy and a spirit that radiated with gentle warmth. One day, while wandering through the forest, she stumbled upon an abandoned house nestled amidst a sea of pastel wildflowers.

Intrigued by its whimsical charm, Lily cautiously approached the house. Its weathered exterior was adorned with vines and its windows were adorned with delicate lace curtains, swaying gently in the breeze. The sight filled her with a surge of curiosity and a desire to breathe life back into this forgotten gem.

With determination in her eyes, Lily decided to embark on a mission to restore the house to its former glory. Armed with paintbrushes, buckets of paint in shades of soft lavender and baby blue, she enlisted the help of her friends, Daisy and Rose, who shared her love for all things enchanting.

Together, the three young women spent their days transforming the once-dreary house into a haven of pastel dreams. They painted the walls with hues of blush pink and mint green, turning each room into an oasis of tranquility. They adorned the ceilings with intricate floral designs, so delicate they seemed to bloom with each passing day.

As they worked tirelessly, the house seemed to come alive. The sun's rays filtered through stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the freshly polished wooden floors. The scent of lavender and vanilla wafted through the air, creating a sense of serenity that enveloped every corner.

With each stroke of the brush, Lily's heart danced with joy. She imagined the laughter that would fill the rooms, the warmth of friendships that would be forged within its walls. The house became a reflection of their dreams, a sanctuary where love and creativity intertwined.

Word of their enchanted house spread like whispers on a summer breeze, and soon neighbors and strangers alike flocked to witness the magic that had been woven. The house became a sanctuary for dreamers, a place where pastel-colored fantasies came to life.

In the midst of their project, Lily caught the eye of a young man named Oliver, whose heart mirrored her own. Drawn to the ethereal beauty of the house, he found himself captivated by Lily's spirit and the love she poured into every stroke of the brush.

As time passed, Lily and Oliver's connection blossomed amidst the pastel splendor. Their love was as soft and vibrant as the hues that adorned the walls, and together they embraced the enchantment of their home.

And so, in a world painted with pastel colors and dreams, Lily and Oliver embarked on a lifelong journey filled with love, creativity, and the joy of turning forgotten spaces into realms of wonder. Their story became a testament to the transformative power of love and the magic that can be found in even the most abandoned corners of the world.