A Diary of Dreams...

Here I lie sleepless, dreamless. There you were again sleepless, dreamless. I want to dream again, but you said 'be sleepless, dreamless.' I trust you, blind, sleepless, dreamless. Silently you made me sleepless, dreamless. But I learned not to be sleepless, dreamless. For years I walked sleepless, dreamless. Then I learned – sleepless, dreamless, through life you can't go. Let you be the sleepless, dreamless, disembodied you. Let me be the sleepless, dreaming, embodied me. 19.06.2009 Replica

It's midnight. Again. I can't sleep. Again. And I was thinking I just put my sleeping habits in order. I guess I was fooling myself. Again. I've had this urge recently to watch some old movies, go back to my childhood memories, to my happy place, to my Neverland and just live in it for a night. But all the social networks and the "benefits" mankind created for itself dragged me out of there. Forcefully. Brutally. They washed my fairy dust off me and I can no longer fly. They locked my shadow in the cupboard and I'm sad. I was looking at Kay's facebook right about a minute ago and was thinking how people like to display their love. I was thinking how much I wish you were here tonight and not so far away. Right now, I feel like screaming at the world for being such a messy place. I feel like screaming at all the people and their norms and moralities (or rather lack of them). I feel like screaming at all the happy people out there. Just because holding the pi...

I'm drinking to remember, I'm drinking to forget. Cheers to thee, who left. My vision blurred, my knees weak, I was walking to thee. Opiate in my blood, opiate in my thought, I was drinking to forget. Forsook we were, from start Me – to drink to remember, You – to be the one who left. 05.06.2009 Replica