Julia Dream

𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔,
𝑭𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔,
𝑺𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆,
𝑺𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑, 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈,
𝑫𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒚,
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒚,

When John witnesses the annihilation of his own mother, Julia, he finds himself trapped within the confinements of dysfunctionality and severe mental disturbances.
When sauntering around a forest, he stumbles upon a sight that would replant love and liveliness back into his hollowed out heart.