my mind runs away on occasion...packs an overnight bag with cerebral tooth paste / floss / and a clean pair of mental underwear...during these times my "residence" will be immobile sprawled across a king size bed...while my mind is living it up in the Acapulco of impossible dreams :) enjoyed this write x
my mind runs away on occasion...packs an overnight bag with cerebral tooth paste / floss / and a clean pair of mental underwear...during these times my "residence" will be immobile sprawled across a king size bed...while my mind is living it up in the Acapulco of impossible dreams :) enjoyed this write x
I knocked at your doors ,as always,i come here like a pilgrim
i come to see you and i know you wont be there
i know you are there but just you will not answer
when will you feel well again,smile and laugh again
so i can talk to you..when will you recover from it
when will you get out of all of it..i will wait
and i will keep coming to your doors
till one day you will open for me
then we will sit ther and start talking again
like the good old days..the happy days
lovely write..
“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” - Oscar Wilde
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