“You’re dangerous,” he says. “Why?” “Because you make me believe in the impossible.”

In your presence, the boundaries of my world tremble, and the walls I’ve built around my heart begin to crumble. You are a tempest, a force that defies reason and logic, stirring within me a belief in the extraordinary.

Your words are like whispers from a realm of dreams, weaving enchanting tales of possibilities that defy the constraints of reality. You are a catalyst, igniting the flames of hope and daring me to reach for the stars.

In your gaze, I see the reflection of a universe where the inconceivable becomes tangible, where the unimaginable takes shape. You are a harbinger of magic, casting spells of wonder and enchantment upon my soul.

You are dangerous, for you awaken within me a belief in the impossible, a faith in the extraordinary. And in this dangerous dance, I find myself willingly surrendering to the allure of the unknown, embracing the thrill of believing in the impossible.

© Beatriz Esmer

Dry Pastel Art — Women

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