enough of the melodramatic here and there. i keep no record of what im dreaming. and i pay no mind to what im thinking.
sometimes i get caught up just like that. counting pennies and making my time tense and tied up. no joy in the pain.
i dont make things anymore. i just think about the free time someone had with a laugh. i have become slightly bitter like that. visiting and revisiting those twisted little tricks i should have played. but wouldnt.
summer sun being kind. notes from my forever love. easy on the eyes. with my heart quietly fluttering. but i dont admit things like that freely. anymore at least.
sometimes i think about being carefree. and i wish i could stun myself into relaxation for a year or two.
but i know that its all a game of catch up. and keep up. but i cant find a way to keep my pleasant mind. with becoming far too practical.