I visioned myself a thousand years later, counting each century that passed me, still young with perfect features, but ice cold; I am relaxing on a bare island with my little white house sitting in the middle, the patio facing a beach. I have all the time in the world, until I decide that I have lived long enough to perish myself. I would be singing, I would be swimming, I would be running, but I would be too tired to sleep. I'll have the sun penetrate my luminous flawless skin, and I'll see my shadow sparkle like diamonds which refract as rainbows on the white sandy shore. I'll definitely be singing like him..
No love beside me, but in me, until it comes along.
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