Cold thoughts are running through my veins as I beg for warmth and comfort to arise somewhere. Headaches come over me like rocks falling from the sky; it's something I'm accustomed to now. Tylanol's my new best friend. I'm finding out things I've never known before...and strange feelings have been coming to me. Sometimes it scares me....sometimes it's exciting. Feeling like I've never touched before...seeing what the eyes choose not to believe...hearing things only dogs can hear.
Sunshines and happiness are kisses and hugs. Like loving something or someone so much that you can't truly explain the feelings to anyone but yourself. Alive. Wanting is craving...desire is selfish...needing is dependent...and all of the above go hand in hand. Circle. Roses are red...violets are blue...how long will it take this time to be near you. Once again.
My eyes are closing slowly. Tiredness is beginning to crash over me like waves of the Pacific....it's a hurricane. I'll close my eyes and dream of something that'll give me a new perspective. Or maybe not. Dreaming is seeing the truth...the future...and life itself. Beauty. Don't let it slip through your fingertips. Hold on. Go with it. Pleasent nightmares. Horrid dreams. Goodnight.
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