The night I sleep and dream. This is how it goes or as I think it goes. If I die by the heat of the fire or freeze by the coldness of the snow, don't let people know my adventure came to an end. Hopefully my adventures could go on forever in the afterlife. So I sleep with a dreamcatcher above my bed to catch all my adventures I have consciously and unconsciously. Its like angels protecting me in my sleep, they keep the demons away, or maybe not?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poems
Historia CortaJust things I think, maybe true, depressing. Dont read if u can't handle emotional, crappy and stupid poems. I suck....
