I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to kiss him because it meant finally breathing after holding my breath a minute too long. Because it meant coming back to life with energy bursting through my veins the moment he touches my skin. Because it meant waking up from an endless dream. Because the feeling of his lips pressed against mine could change my world and make everything brighter, louder, faster and alive.
The dreamer that dreams a thousand times in a day and still gets lost in their own dreams. You prefer it that way since getting lost in your thousand dreams is much better than having to deal with the cold reality of a boring dull world. The simple things have meaning for you, the little objects holds more weight than it seems, and you know the words people mean to say are hidden beneath the sounds people iterate over and over again. You know above all else that there’s something more than what people see and hear. Your perception is the clearest that’s only clouded by the bothersome reminder of what some call “living”- they don’t know what it truly means to be alive.
i love how genuinely interested in things niall is, how excited he gets over space or music or sports. he’s one of those people who just seem so alive, like truly fucking living, it’s almost like he energizes the people around them. i don’t know if auras exist but i think if they did his would be bright as the fucking sun