i could never stay here
i would get too accustom to it..
“you mean like laudanum “
she snickered..
i would get too accustom to it..
“you mean like laudanum “
she snickered..
the novelty and senses i mean…
“the same happens in family
and in the neighborhoods”
as her smile melted and she turned away,
“absence make the heart grow fonder
i suppose”
I always thought lucid dreamers were control freaks.
(i change the subject, why doI always change the subject?)
Do you think i am a control freak?
“Women like men who are in control”
her face forced back to a smile.
Well they use to.
“Get to the corner”
Her face pressed and trembled,
“You sheep in the middle to long.”
she excused herself.
In the thick of it
A corner is where horizons meet…
