I find the nights longer
Or was I half awake?
The wait never felt so long
I never found myself awaiting dawn.
it's possible, a mental breakdown on the way
it is my fault anyway:
- i don't manage my time well - i think and think about what i should not.
there's a song that's inside of my soul.
it's the one that i've tried to write over & over again.
i'm awake in the infinite cold!
i hear him singing,
"do you love me enough to let me go?"
is this in my head?
i don't know what to think.
again, stuff i write in my notebook.
not much to say, i suppose.