Probably this one wasn't for me. You disappeared in a world of your own.
Highway warm sing silent poetry
It's a floating feeling, a deep, intrinsic feeling of elusive meanings.
Of real relevance to life.
Discard of friends to change the scenery
I haven't cried like this in ages it seems. Where does this come from. Is it just a song playing. Is it just the memory of you fading away in front of my eyes. Is it really just my eyes opening to your loneliness and your searching.
It meant the world to hold a bruising faith
Now, now.... it's just a matter of grace... Is it!?
And strong as I feel...
You made me real.
it might all be just a sham. a shame. a perfect example of something i don't want to know the statistics of. it might be just all a brittle dream.
brittle like dry bread.
what. what were you thinking of?
tell me, my timeless explosion of fantasies dream, tell me what you were thinking of.
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