a dreamer
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Monday, September 2, 2013
a dream that's haunting
Sleep can't even save me. I don't crave it. I regard it with an open eye. Why? Because memories haunt me. He haunts me. My happiness, his happiness. It's interwoven in my dreams. And dreams are not reality.
Sunday, September 1, 2013
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