It is true, pure irony what this life has managed to become in such a short period of time.
My thoughts race, and race. I can't help but ask myself
Here? Again?
How did I manage to spend a year dreaming
Only to be rudely woken up from the bliss I immersed myself in
And find me in the
Exact
Same
Spot.
You were like a dream
And I woke up.