enchanted; i'm sure of it

Jul 21, 2001 04:34

I've sat here for an hour. Maybe more. Maybe less. But, I still can't seem to understand where time had stopped in the first place.

I don't recall things in the recent because they feel like they hadn't taken effect, in the first place.

No one's free to talk to; they're most likely dreaming. Which is a most common place for me. Or maybe what I used to be?

It came to me today ( or yesterday ) that my opinions on love are far too fictional and really only exist in fairy tale books for children. Yet, I still read them and imagine that I'm the main character.

Living in far off places. Reaching the farthest distances. .. flying.

-- and again, I'm trapped. I'm not giving up those idealistic dreams. I never planned to marry, anyway.
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