The hardest person to awaken Is a lover feigning sleep
It’s dark in my favorite dream
too high in Heaven
You can be in my dreams if I can be in yours
Everything is going up in flames.
The memories, physically, feel the same, inside the mind. Under, or through which criteria do they translate otherwise? I’m becoming vague again…I’m losing my train of thought.
She understands the slow burn better than me, and I don’t blame her. The full moon from my birthday is waning, I conserved as much as I could.
I could take it or leave it, I’ve been here before.
Once you acknowledge the riddle, it goes away. The next one makes its way slowly, or abruptly. In any case, it’s too late. It’s everywhere.
You can slow down but you can’t really stop. Not even if you wanted to. You’ll wake up on the other side of the world with a bigger burden to carry. Better take a nap here.