The Butterflies and the Burnings

<br />we are i and my spooky sister. we invade the silence of sounds. he wrote:<br /> <i>i dream every day and, really, they are always beautiful dreams</i> <br /><br /> she dreamt of a road that knows only the horizon. she dreamt of a hug that was hotter than chillies. she dreamt of a ceiling of butterflies. <br /><br /> <i>from <b>The Butterflies and the Burnings</b></i>