Friday, January 6, 2012


I dream things and then they happen, all the time. Then you tell me that I'm crazy but you find that I am right. And you can't believe I left your side for things that happen in the night.
But it doesn't matter who I love if he lives here or far away, there is no rewriting the things we've done, we must simply find a way to change.
I bet you feel guilty, your shadow shows you hang your head, and you told me a life of living like this is like living with the dead. But the dead don't have your fingertips and they don't run them down my back, they don't hold me underwater, they don't leave broken beaten tracks, to the places where they go or the days that they have seen and I saw it in my dreams, but you just couldn't believe.

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