October 15, 2014

  • Daydreaming

     

    Somewhere everything changed, no matter how much, it's still the same. The days are somehow shorter, and yet it all feels so very similar. The colors run from time to time. The wind blows and the night stretches the day into forever. Stars swirl above , rotate and move with certainty. I'm not what you see, along the way I've lost me. I awaken from dreams with your taste still on my lips. My eyes slowly open as you whisper your last words, and they drift from my mind so quickly lost in time.