Where do we go?
I don't even know
My strange old face
And I'm thinking about those days...
I wake up, it's a bad dream...
Keane- Bad Dream
Bad Dream
Where do we go?
I don't even know
My strange old face
And I'm thinking about those days...
I wake up, it's a bad dream...
Keane- Bad Dream
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(even though the comment is written in two phases and i know you will see it in one i still write it this way... )
A bad dream... fear... doubts... strange images... a scene which continued and still continues but without an end... Difficulty in writing this things about... mainly because don't know the meaning of the images... their purpose or where they came from... just know that they were drawn some night... and were disturbing... i still need to give a second thought and may be in the morning... words will flow easier...
I can't avoid keep looking at the images... the motions return to them...
So for now... close your eyes and begin to relax
Morning has come... It still looks way overwhelming... we'll see... even though images were strong... continuity is moving... and is not showed entirely... so keep the motion... telephone seems a way to keep together people... even when battery is down... jejeje... run run run... and but you are aware that the race is not by your own... even in darkness at night... bad dream may liquify... just to prove contrary... don't know those were the thoughts arrived... strong believe in the revolution that accompany the actions... and it's going to be all right i guess... :)
Let the strings be weaved... and let them echo their sound into sleep and daily awareness...
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