In my mind the world plays. It plays joy. It plays sorrow. It plays songs of woe and on and on it goes. In my thoughts are the building blocks of this world. My perception is its conception.
Month: January 2017
I didn’t know what you meant when you talked to me. I didn’t get what you cared about ~ did you care about what you talked about? Or were you just saying words to stop the pause between us from seeming so big, so long, so awkwardly outdrawn?
let my thoughts be of bigger things mystery and dragon wings sights unseen in the air and here on Earth let me go anywhere.