days are nothing more than moments of time waiting to be taken a hold of, clinched, grasped, and hung from the doorsteps of our passions, dreams, and desires.
i never knew anyone that wanted something as bad as him...you could see the fire in his eyes and the passion in his heart....his soul sang with such conviction...he takes his moments as they come, twisting and turning them into the next stepping stone to achieve his dream...it's beautiful
when i see him he is my ladybug on the windowsill...my sunshine on a rainy day...he is wishful thinking come true...he is day dreams in the afternoon...and sunsets in the morning...impossible is nothing
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