still searching
this is my confession:
i am a basketcase.
wake me up when september ends,
or just don't wake up at all.
shorter days... mean longer nights.
and my yearly retreat into winter's darkness.
i want to wake up one day and feel full, exploding with an inexplicable joy. i want to find a day that i don't feel so fucking empty. my dream is this, that i will find a day when the darkness isn't there and i am able to look within myself and discover the sunshine i've been searching for.
i am a basketcase.
wake me up when september ends,
or just don't wake up at all.
shorter days... mean longer nights.
and my yearly retreat into winter's darkness.
i want to wake up one day and feel full, exploding with an inexplicable joy. i want to find a day that i don't feel so fucking empty. my dream is this, that i will find a day when the darkness isn't there and i am able to look within myself and discover the sunshine i've been searching for.