After the red sky charred and the moon lit the sky. I felt a wave of exhaustion push close my eyes. I felt the waves drag me into The dream weavers caverns. As my body twisted and turned they wove a tapestry of my scattered thoughts around me. All my wishes and all my wish-nots strung together into a silky magical cloth. They hung it over my shoulders. It was weightless. If I tossed it would surely fly. They tugged on my gift, drifting me me from star to star till the moon dropped and faded away. They all kissed me goodbye and floated to space with the rise of skys first morning rays
I've spent a month tying down memories of you. But every moment my mind is resting, ideas of you come creeping in with scissors, and snip the bindings when I'm not looking.
Suppressed desires come tumbling out, as if nothing has changedl as if you are still there, as if you are still a possibility.
I thought I was getting better. I had distractions. I practiced logic. I lingered in the pain you caused me. But as I fell into my pillow last night I decided that the exhaustion was worth it. That was until you came waltzing into the one place where I have no control.
Like a disobedient child, My psyche snuck you in the minute I turned my back, and the two of you danced together all night long. I was powerless.
So I am left in the morning, with a crumbling wall, and false memories of you.
"I don't sleep cuz when I do, All I dream are dreams of you."
a crash course is the best way to learn; describe the world in ways I cannot understand, and I will do my best to undo the hinges underneath your skin. chase the shadows until they leave you alone, your heart skips like a record, off beat stuck on a loop but let it rest a minute. Don't **** my vibe this early in the night, wait at least until my skin crawls and my shoulders cramp up in my sleep test me a few more times and I just might snap my shell is only so thick; you're cooking up a storm but I intend to stir the *** if you find me on my knees, you'd best bet i've got a knife up my sleeve best to just leave it alone; a rolling stone gathers more speed the nearer it gets to its target.
Darkness starting to descend on another somewhat depressing day from the darkness at night to early morning darkness The way I'm feeling at this present time see very little daylight between the darkening hours Sleeping away the daylight hours In hope the dark clouds will pass to a brighter day but perhaps that's asking much For seeing on the news snow In Brussels probably making Its way hear not a very good prospect so I think I'll sleep a little more daylight away
With a swig of water They tumble down your throat Pills. Colorful. Happy. Pills. And you’re blanketed with An inpenetratable shield. The nerves the anxiety All just disappear. Lazy smiles and cheerful disposition. An out-of-this-world Sense of calm.