As each minute passes by and time is lost in memory, I catch myself dreaming. Not seizing the moment, feeling impotent, dreaming. Wanting so much, imagining the world I don't know... dreaming. Making plans in my head for days to come... but then, I'll still be dreaming.
Slap me awake. I have to stop dreaming.
martes, agosto 23, 2005
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