Oh, I'll come running. Just to do it...again- Pulp
My thoughts have been heavy as of late, especially just as I'm getting ready for bed. I keep telling myself I should be writing them down but I never do, they just keep repeating, with minute distinctions from the night before.
For a while now I've had a re-occurring dream, or better said, a concept of a dream in which there's a party where all my friends from Cleveland, Columbus, Dayton, Nashville, and a few assorted others are all there inter-mingling. This could almost never happen and probably won't. But why keep dreaming about it?
For a while now I've had a re-occurring dream, or better said, a concept of a dream in which there's a party where all my friends from Cleveland, Columbus, Dayton, Nashville, and a few assorted others are all there inter-mingling. This could almost never happen and probably won't. But why keep dreaming about it?