There she is, in her bedroom, doing craftwork on jewelry and dresses…
Dreaming about him. Imagining him to be there,
He is there but she thinks he is just a dream.
Or over-active imagination.
Talking about wishing to improve the world with a random but oh so familiair stranger.
But Imagination is divine.
Dreaming and imagining…
And she works, she weaves a necklace.
Blue and teal, and white it goes. Hand crafting. With love and with a glassy gaze
Murmering
´We where there, imagining ourselves to be better than what we are.
In my head, you where a star.´
Then she goes out. Out to the big city.
Leaving her hand crafting behind. Suddenly wishing she was more pretty
When they finally met…