I find myself often dreaming about the future. Keeping it in the front of my mind. Daydreaming; focusing all my attention. Because the present isn't something that I like to live in. I find myself often remembering the past. I tell stories about the good times, how good it used to be. Because it used …
I'm tired. I'm running out of energy, and I know that this is only a temporary thing, but sloth mode is not really my favorite. I'm really excited about things happening in the future, and really I'm more than content with things happening in my present, but it's like I have nothing to talk about. …
In her persecution she loses herself Forgetting all that made her sanctuary All that kept her pure For something that could never keep her here Desperate for recognition Searching for love in too many places Using and being used until there is nothing left She is dried up A river bed Crying out for its …
Stars, like dreams, are something quite different than they might seem They come out at night, pinholes in the sky They promise to lead us toward the truth Yet constantly distract us with little, white lies Because stars aren’t pinholes They are a million miles away Unreachable Unattainable Flaming balls of fire that we find …
