your nightmare.
finally,
you discovered why i always get left behind.
don't worry.
if you're tired and you want to get out of this, it isn't too late yet.
you can go.
everything slips away anyhow. we'll drift away slowly.
because i can see that happening now... you're getting tired.
don't worry. tomorrow when you wake up, this will be nothing more than a bad dream.
and don't fret.
i'm already used to being the bad dream. i'll live..
u moved me.Sunday, March 01, 2009
