where are you going?
When I speak I like to belittle things, and when I write I like to elaborate the tiniest speck of a statement into a whirlwind of words.
Funky thing happened this morning. I wasn't ready to get out of bed and in between dreams it felt as if someone had left me, or possibly a part of me. Then all of a sudden in my dream this person or part of me reurned and I didn't even know what had happened before I was in the bathroom. It's weird when dreams and reality intermix like that.
Funky thing happened this morning. I wasn't ready to get out of bed and in between dreams it felt as if someone had left me, or possibly a part of me. Then all of a sudden in my dream this person or part of me reurned and I didn't even know what had happened before I was in the bathroom. It's weird when dreams and reality intermix like that.