i love to write when things go wrong - it helps distract my thoughts. pouring letters into words: t's with crosses, i's with dots. but i cant write without a reason, some type of determination. love, life, and even death give me inspirtation.
every morning i wake up from such pleasant dreams
they always leave me wanting more of stretched realities
later when i realize that none of it was real
it leaves me nothing more to do than dream about you still
all that i can do is dream, and dream on i will do
until a time when i will get to really be with you

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