The creator and the muse—the greatest feeling which abused. He’d woken back up from that dream—to face his life which was obscene. Reminder of a dream of yore—but this time with a face in store. There’d be no bigger hope than this—to feel that love—to make that bliss. He thought it was some standing in—which mind had placed from its own bin. Yet, someone somewhere made a wish—sending two on greatest trips. One was meant to find the home—she lost it when she lost her own. Her parents weren’t her parents true—her mother was a princess too.
