Picture credit: @jennyyuu
I keep having a recurring dream of dancing in a forest clearing. With a man whose hair changes with ever step we take. We dance to a dark song, yet I feel comfort within this faceless man’s arms as he guides me over the leaves. Do you know what it means? I know I have never meet this man, but I feel as if I know him all too well. I can’t find him, for his hair is forever changing and his face is never there. I can’t find him for he has no name. I will find him, for who gives me the feeling he does within that dream, I know, is that man.