Anyways i shall write more once i have rested my thoughts amongst the bubbles of dreams. For some reason i have had very empty sleep for the last five days and so i have much unfinished business floating aimlessly around my head.
So obviously before i can alight any more information, even if in minimal moderation. i must trip off to sleep.
Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy?
Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore?
Maybe it's me but this line isn't going anywhere,
maybe if we looked hard enough, we could find a backdoor.
(Find yourself a backdoor.)
--- incubus
t.h.i.s