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Plane of thought:
Here lay a pensive lettering of my thoughts gathering around and chatting about ratting out dreams to the conscious knowing you are waking up soon. With the facts i am given, and to say that i even know what's going on isn't true, i could use at least one or two clues before i can get back to you. But i've got a few questions open for suggestions. Like what does it mean when a dream just won't leave and you wake up to face a figment of belief? If i made the corrections and constant reflections to mistakes i made would a single thing change? It is strange for me to feel this way? And i wait... Make lightning strike if the answer is yes! If it's no...then so be it, but i still want to know who i ask about the reason behind history repeating itself. Could someone be the least bit of help?
so i guess that this is the soundtrack to summer? lately you've been staying over because you can't bring yourself to go home and you say you don't remember what its like to be more or less content with your life. well, here's alittle jogger for your memory if you can't quite recall the countless nights we stayed awake trying to forget about the fall: we were sitting in my room, not getting tired after two a.m. we were listening to "the wild, the innocent, and the e street shuffle" we were sitting up in bed and i was playing with your hair and you said" the summer isn't over yet but i feel like the trees are already dead" and i said "maybe thats just something inside of you thats been blooming and dying for years" and when i finally convinced you to come back out i took you for a walk and we talked about all the things i'd been afraid to say for the last six months. do you remember now? well, do you?
i found both of these recently and i can't figure out where they're from
does anybody recognize?
Here lay a pensive lettering of my thoughts gathering around and chatting about ratting out dreams to the conscious knowing you are waking up soon. With the facts i am given, and to say that i even know what's going on isn't true, i could use at least one or two clues before i can get back to you. But i've got a few questions open for suggestions. Like what does it mean when a dream just won't leave and you wake up to face a figment of belief? If i made the corrections and constant reflections to mistakes i made would a single thing change? It is strange for me to feel this way? And i wait... Make lightning strike if the answer is yes! If it's no...then so be it, but i still want to know who i ask about the reason behind history repeating itself. Could someone be the least bit of help?
so i guess that this is the soundtrack to summer? lately you've been staying over because you can't bring yourself to go home and you say you don't remember what its like to be more or less content with your life. well, here's alittle jogger for your memory if you can't quite recall the countless nights we stayed awake trying to forget about the fall: we were sitting in my room, not getting tired after two a.m. we were listening to "the wild, the innocent, and the e street shuffle" we were sitting up in bed and i was playing with your hair and you said" the summer isn't over yet but i feel like the trees are already dead" and i said "maybe thats just something inside of you thats been blooming and dying for years" and when i finally convinced you to come back out i took you for a walk and we talked about all the things i'd been afraid to say for the last six months. do you remember now? well, do you?
i found both of these recently and i can't figure out where they're from
does anybody recognize?