You're on a perpetual sea of compliments, now. It's like an express train, flowing from a neverending source. The Rivertrain tries to caress the moon-beaming rocks, whilst the air, crisp and subtle, whispers dreams of secret fantasies. Weave, The makebelieve castle. With it's turrets of silver, etched like granite. Beckoning the river train through it's osophegus. It's graceful journey carries on, as the compliments keep falling. Raindrops flutter. you inspired me.
whoa man, this was beautiful! i especially loved "The Rivertrain tries to caress the moon-beaming rocks."
