My sadness, silent, incredibly-alluring to some It flows in a powerful, pitiless wave, drowning I try to remember a time when things were wonderful Head spins like a dark cloud at times in the evening
Where are the wonderful visions, forgotten fun They excite, prevent you from falling asleep. dreaming of love, instead broken dreams, and the worst nightmares Taught wisdom by life at an early age, retreating along the way
I try and remember to remember and dream of a life One that never existed, one I created in my mind In order to...
We were lost in different novels experiencing parallel universes when I asked Jeeves to make us a pot of tea; the cat snorted, so I got up and made it myself — and all in the same room under the same moon.