If all the world were but a room and i an inmate in it, i should sleep day and night and watch the fan tracing circles on the wall. If my room were all the world and i could stay inside it always, i should sit in my chair with my mind adrift and watch the leaves as they changed.
If my room and the world were one and the same, and i could live inside it, i would drift happy from morning to night, dreaming dreams of dreams and watching the light hovering like butterflies on my brain, shifting and melting and flowing into the wall.
Inside my bedroom. Break the silent. Holding back my dream. Checking the skies for rain. A constant reminder. Holding on to a shooting star. Nothing left to wish on. Left me drowning in hopes. Inside my wishing well. To ask for saving. There's nothing out there. Shatter the windows that look out on nowhere.
- nGant0k tahap Gaban naik unta!~ aHak!
- tid0rr.. kr0ih!~ kr0ih!~~