Wednesday, December 23, 2009
I feel most lonely when the birds are sleeping. I feel more awake at night, when the cool breeze touches my heart. I've only had one true friend: The Moon, who has kept in touch all this time. At night, I feel more in touch, and when I close my eyes I feel you deep inside. When I open my eyes I come back to reality. Everything is so dark, everything is so cold. Your words fade away and my dreams seem to never end. Sometimes I wish and sometimes I hope, but only fools hold on to those two. Only I keep myself awake at night, because dreams seem to be the only thing I have. I am a dreamer with no hope, I am hopeful with no real dreams.