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The Shorter Days Sitting in a classroom, Staring at the clock; Why does the day feel So long?
I stepped through the vale of unconsciousness. The vale smelled of bubble gum candy. I dived through the clouds on the other side and descended upon a cherry blossom forest. My toes felt the cool grass in between them.
I used to dream in the world in my head, let my imagination take flight as the buildings went by. I could dream up wild elephants from Africa, or starships from space
I plumped down sinking back first into the middle of the cushion. Resting my arms behind my head. Thoughts of spending the rest of my life here crossed my mind. Now drifting off in thought.
Dear characters from screen and page who live inside my mind, I take comfort in knowing that you’re with me all the time. When I am sad and wish for comfort and gentle moral might
The mood was right; headache, loud noises, babies crying, tight spaces. You notice all the curves and lines you would have never saw.
Don't you find it beautiful, How the moon allows the sun to shine, On her precious earth. She loves the earth so much that She allows someone else make it look beautiful.
Ladies sight and white light, Twirl and bask in the sunlight. Flying to and fro the lake side, Scraping much from frozen tides Singing and dreaming Of those lightly treading,
Well this is odd This funny little fog It came outta nowhere I don’t think it’s a nightmare But I’m slower than I wanna be
Sugar-coated cinnamon sticks,Your fingers pluck them from a dusty glass jarOn a honey-baked solstice day. Sun shining bright, bright in my eyes,And in yours,
I sail the seas that stretch foreverA memory I will remember… I finish my thought and drift away;I am whisked off to another day.
And so she led him, running hand-in-hand through the madness, safe, loved, unafraid.
Those very loud, noisy dreams That keep haunting meThey play with my very own mindThey hurt me Who told them to come in?Me I did itI was fooledThey keep doing their fake advertisingThey keep making me cry sour syrup And glittering riversThey put m
Maybe it was just this year I suddenly became old. Old hit me with crying over Facebook videos in the middle of the night.
Gentle gale, why art thou blowing,For do you know it is scarcely eight in the morning?Instead of focusing on numbers and words,Thou hast tempted me to soar among birds,Free in the sky, without a care in the world,
These things have become artifacts since the last time you've touch them.I model my daydreams around the crinkle of linen sheets, hoping that one day I'll escape and find a place to meet you.
I'm stuck in my own little fantasy
A song so moving I felt revived the rhythm made my senses alive A voice and instruments in a symphony the connection to the lyrics gave out my sympathy
I stare off into space and let my mind wander. I think about everything and nothing... School, friends, enemies, life... Castles, princes, fairies... Dystopian society... Utopia...
Dear Tomorrow, I envy you. You're the talk of the town, Yet I fear you, and all the mystery you carry. If I am a disaster, you are the hero. Everyone turns to you,