I'm tired.
So tired.
And not really making much sense.
As long as I can stay one step ahead of the men in the white coats
I should be ok.
But I'm afraid they many catch up with me eventually.
And I'm too tired to run anymore.
"I want".
Something someone used to say to me.
I want, too.
I want to see you.
It's been two weeks.
I don't want to wait another two weeks.
I want the dream.
No comments:
Post a Comment