Thoughts of a long fearful night…
I wish I could code a big camp fire in the middle of the room,
I wish I could speak about dreams, stars and other meaningless nonsense, but not without a special someone [excluding all imaginary friends]
I wish to go on and on til the sun rises and then again, until it sets
I wish for a glass of wine and a bottle of silly smiles.
Also chocolate might help…
questionable content
thoughts of important days
thoughts of stupid haircut(s)
thoughts of lost times
scared of new beginnings
had some crazy sleep
strange nightmares
horror morning
boring day
empty mind
not that empty, cause they’re lots to think about, but lack of enthusiasm.
It’s one of those nights when I start questioning reality. Is this really it? There’s nothing here, no love, no care, just memories, a pile of memories wrapped with a grey ribbon. Dreams can barely help escaping from this endless darkness of the inside.
Every day is just another 24 hours that I eagerly await to get rid off, as maybe someone will open that door again, sometime…
Nothing else really matters anymore.
deepression…
Black and white day, full of contrasts and panic attacks. A time I wanted to run away and hide, deep inside my bed. Actually deep inside my head.
Purple Ribbons and Balloons
I lay down on my back
And close my eyes
Just to see the beauty of yours
Pure candy, wrapped in black and white
So sweet that I would never touch them
So soft and kind that I could never forget
And down, down below
Your gateway to the world of flowers
A pack of pretty sensors
To smell the beauty of your world
To taste the happiness of others
As none could stop your crazy smile
And fire, burning, fire burning in your hair.
Just like a tree, never getting old
Always there, to hug a sigh
Always there, to raise a grin
How could I not love…
Sky with diamonds
The most beautiful flower in the world told the most beautiful star in the sky, about the most beautiful rain she ever saw in her entire life.
This morning, it was raining diamonds, colorful diamonds. And one of them fell on my pillow. I asked it why. I don’t deserve nothing. And it said I must take it with me all the time, as it might be the last one I get. And so i did.
Fairly late Fairy tale
Silence, and everything else that goes with it. I reach my hand to the bottomless jar of worries, to pick up another fruit, just to leave my mouth sour again. Dreams of us growing up and getting together so fine, more than words could ever describe. Dreams of small problems, dealt with powerful actions, that bring joy and pride to my heart.
A carefully selected afternoon where there’s no happiness at all, just the slowest clock in the world, pouring the time in a never ending cycle of madness. There’s no where to go yet. Things will change when the night comes. Just a few more hours, perhaps. Difficult to think, my mind is numb. I always dream of a fairytale kind of ending to a day like this. Of course, it’s more like a fairytale start to the next. Ideas pumping, kicking each other’s supremacy. Love will squeeze yourself out, you mad clock…
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Unhappy night, followed by a dirty morning, cold dreams, thoughts about life and death spinning inside my mind. Afraid to sleep, afraid to loose control of myself, afraid I might let everyone down again.
Reasons: none
no
Cold and lonely
All stars fade away
And fall apart
As the battle for this world
Is lost .
