“Just look straight and keep walking”, I hear. It would be easy if I knew where I am going. In front of me a bunch of blurred images and the breadcrumbs that I left behind as the signposts are eaten. You were sent here to help, not to play a butterfly dance inside my mind. It must be that I hurt you bad before we were born. I wonder, would it change anything if I appologize so we could start all over again before another circle? Everything is against you, even in my dreams. So I march in place, over and over, making a sound of moving. Still, there’s no goodbye strong enough to make me go.
at edge of dreams
love or madness?
Linked to Carpe Diem #1044 Mysteries