somtimes i wonder what it would feel like.
the feeling of the coldness overcoming my body.
to never breath again.
speak...or live
somtimes i think it would be better that way.
othertimes i wish i had never thot that way.
but most of the time i love to float. float in the small times.
memories.
dreams.
sometimes maybe dreams are better than reality. somtimes their worse. and nost of the times
dreams are what we need. a break from it all. but the will to want to come back.
somtimes when i listen to music.
the words that so heavenly bounce off my heart. leaveing a emotional thought behind.
the sound of melody and harmony.
somtimes i cant even escape into it.
somtimes all im alowed is silence.
and somtimes silence is more painful than anything else combined.
i love how your eyes can tell a story.
and i hate how somtimes the tell nothing but lies.
lies to the person seeing them.
and lies to the person they belong to.
somtimes i wonder if one eye tells the truth allthe time,
and the other lies...
