SORPORAAAAAAAAAAYS DESUUUUU~
Thursday, April 19, 2007
This could be repetitive, but oh well.
I lie underneath the blanket of stars and streaks of dark cotton spread out so evenly that my eyes trick me into seeing a thin sheet of varnished glass. It's the same old routine, and I am already molding my back along the irregular curve of the stone that stood ajar on the edge of the open field. I think that when I grow old, and hopefully, not too old, I will end up with the worst kind of osteoporosis. But all is well, and it is worth this much peace under the night sky. I only whistle to the sound of nothingness, bringing upon myself the eerie environment of what is supposed to be "empty". I dream, though awake, of mischievous things, including a plan of extinguishing the fires that ricocheted every now and then from the circular layers of the sun. It's impossible, but I think that, whenever you call something by it's name, a plan in this case, it is deemed existent, and ultimately possible. I take one last breeze, and I take off into the direction of my comfort zone.
I lie awake, dreaming.
I lie asleep, dreaming.
I lie awake.
I lie asleep.
I lie.
I lie.
smiled at the sun again @ 11:32 PM,
