Why do we even start writing on this blogs, are we trying to reach out, should someone reach in for us? I always said I'm not going to start one. Am I starting one, or is this some kind of weird dream, the kind a dream that isn't sweet, isnt't bitter, you don't feel glad, sad or scared? It feels just awkward. Never been afraid to write how or what I feel, in my dreams I have always been way to misterious, keeping it all to myself. At which point do you decide, that you can expose yourself out in the open, lifting the veil, just like the morning mist over the green fields? It's just the sensation, that the grass will miss the cold embrace of the mist, still it will welcome the warm sunshine.
I keep on hearing blue sensation, tears of the sun, sparkle of the moon, my eyes are fighting it. Let yourself go, let yourself go to the dreams world, let yourself meet your reflection in our dreams.
About Me
- Adreamer
- Turning and turning,things are falling apart, the ceremony of innocence is drowned, the best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity in their dreams, surely some revelation is at hand, somewhere in the deserts of the dreams, the shadows, the darkness drops again, but now I know, the hour has come around at last,centuries have been waxed by this nightmare, just towards the dreams, waiting to be born again.