Reality, Fantasy; the world is a little of both. We live within our own perceptions, a mash of experience and wishful thinking. This is a place where both mix together to create nothing at all.
You just wasted your time reading that.
Monday, June 27, 2011
At the end of the day I pretend as I lay, lay down to dream for a long winters nap. I think of a time when oblivion is mine and a hand held in time is the way. Yet when I wake up the sorrow returns for I am alone all the way.
