Fantasizing. Thinking. Daydreaming. Dreams she wishes were true. Wishing they were for the same reason as mine, Glances that is. I see you. Always. Everywhere. Whenever. Do you see me? Sometimes at least? Suspense. It pains me. I have to know. Fantasizing. Thinking. Daydreaming. Of you, always.
I haven’t been able to sleep. What you said, perhaps just offhandedly, perhaps not really caring at all, has me wide awake lost in those silly impossible dreams and longings that overtake my being so often. You cannot know how
I don’t remember What it was in that moment, That it all began. As if all that started Was on a sabbatical! And now that I know ‘now’, denouement is denied. Lurching and limping, from love to half-love. Scrounging for
Words and ideas can change the world! Yes,you gave us this hope. You gave voice to many of the dilemmas that churned in my mind. Day after day, night after night. But, one August morning, Not so august, though; Came
Sound Many sounds Living sounds A world is built with sounds Who is speaking? There are emotions Is madness an emotion? The question A common noise Out of the endless loop of noise a sound emerges Can you hear it?
There’s good and bad in everything I guess that’s just the way of this thing we call life but without pain and sorrow we wouldn’t learn anything, we need a little rain in our lives for our souls to grow