Sunday, March 15, 2009
Its strange how I always dream that same dream each time I get too many things running thru my head.Or rather 1 thing that just takes up alot in my mind.
Its just an empty place.Quiet,still life greeting.A place with me alone,it just puts me at ease,settles me,makes me dream,without an aim,without any matter of dream in itself,a dreamless dream there.
Its not yellow flowers,its yellow grass.
Still moodless,calm but confused
We're so good at hurting yet coming back for more
This is stupid.
I am afraid,but why are you
tch..
To lose you,to face it,to go pass,to stay still forever with the past regrets shadowing?
This is my burden.
Don't bother trying to pick these loosely scattered words and make something out of it,noone's got the key to this puzzle.
Its such a trouble.
Just run,like you always do best because I can't say bye and mean it,you're too significant.
Its like a part of me I can't throw.
Forget it. *facepalm*








