Slapstick Foreseen
I guess it's as though my mind is on virtual stand still until I reveal to you the growing secret of my recent activities, my breach of faith. The outcome(s) of this confession vary among only the worst of situations, and could very well be the end of some "things". There is an obvious answer to: "What kind of friend are you?"
I seem to be waiting for some kind of a divine voice to slip through the cracks of my window at the dawn of my slumber, seep into my brain, and concoct a didactic dream of sorts with clear answers written in my version of a broken fuchsia sky. Vivid, memorable, so utterly lifelike that when I awake...I hear the dial tone awaiting you.
I seem to be waiting for some kind of a divine voice to slip through the cracks of my window at the dawn of my slumber, seep into my brain, and concoct a didactic dream of sorts with clear answers written in my version of a broken fuchsia sky. Vivid, memorable, so utterly lifelike that when I awake...I hear the dial tone awaiting you.