When my dreams begin to take hold as the subject of my reality, I wonder how I can live up to the expectations which I have created artificially. As momentary thoughts begin to register in the world I hide from the subject of my dreams and reality begins to bend away from my intentions. And I feel guilt for what I think I have done. In reality I have done nothing and that is the problem. I would rather hide everything inside then go out and face the world. Like a wind-up bird I remain silent as these dreams crash down around me.
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