Distorted and complicated. I'm sorry but it's over. Essential to awaken. How moving. Here we are. That's what it's all about. I'm sorry but it's over.
I think I'm awake, rolling on my blanket. I am sinking into the bed, light around me. Beautiful washes of pulsating color. Buzzing white noise, it sounds like one hundred bees.
I can't even concentrate on this. It's over thought, anticipated. The pen ink is running dry. It's been thrown to paper and wasted. Creativity has been blocked and over tasted.
Here we go down that same old road again. Sympathy unfolds the shell that holds all the beauty within. Here we go down that same old road again. A memory, a regret, a hope.
Here we go down that same ol' road again. Sympathy unfolds the shell that holds all the beauty within. Here we go down that same ol' road again. . A memory, a regret, a hope.