“You are so in love when you’re high.
You still feel that pain don’t you?"
-- Pain? What pain? Ha ha haa...
You still feel that pain don’t you?"
-- Pain? What pain? Ha ha haa...
Sawdust and sparks.
Set yourself alight.
Melt and morph.
Mind your heart.
Set yourself alight.
Melt and morph.
Mind your heart.
Reaching, always, stretching.
I changed the last three letters to accommodate reality, yet the secret hope fuels the despair.
Searching.
Fairies and magic.
Now you see it, now you don’t.
Disenchantment.
Fairies and magic.
Now you see it, now you don’t.
Disenchantment.
Anyway, some nights are poignant with loneliness. Aches and elusive sleep.
The sandman fell in lust with the sun. And burst. I can’t help but wonder how the moon felt about the sandman’s indiscretion. Which lend to his inevitable demise. I wonder if the moon cared at all. Howling wolves may have been more soothing for the swaying moon.
But I digress…
The moon never cared.
Just wanted to orbit is all.
Just wanted to orbit is all.