I keep hoping that I get stuck there, when I’m away – some place different, better. A shelter deep inside my mind, where no one can find the dreams I’ve hidden.
It would be so graceful just to die there, be stranded in my whimsy.
I keep hoping that I get stuck there, when I’m away – some place different, better. A shelter deep inside my mind, where no one can find the dreams I’ve hidden.
It would be so graceful just to die there, be stranded in my whimsy.