| | :::EDIT:::: I am basically moved into my knew place... The computer is still at my "Mom's" wow that's weird saying... It will be transfered over soon. :::END EDIT:::
"Aaron's Xanga Post" row, row, row your boat. gently down the stream. merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.
i'm not living. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You had to of read that to know what I am kinda talking about here... That is what made me write this... I liked it so now you can read it. even know it's not good... I like alot of bad things I am human...
Let's see who is human... -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
You’re not living and I am not dreaming... I can't sleep tonight... And you can’t walk alright... I am forever conscious and you are eternally in hibernation...
Were never close enough, source of frustration… Life is but a dream… Life is just bliss… So how come it all is such a mess?
How can I wake up from this dream I don’t dream because I don’t sleep? I don’t weep, I don’t breathe, I just float empty in the water, and I blow to wish to see bubbles…The surface doesn’t even ripple…
A necessity to keep my life… And now it is bipolar… Why couldn’t this happen at a time when I was fuller?
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