Sometimes I just sit there, thoughts come a rushing my brain.
No wonders to why it happens, nor what it may be to attain.
Too strange to ever know, even to the extent of false reality.
Fantasy brings on the happy state, vitreous ways of my ability.
Posted on Saturday, 7 January 2012
Sometimes I just sit there, thoughts come a rushing my brain.
No wonders to why it happens, nor what it may be to attain.
Too strange to ever know, even to the extent of false reality.
Fantasy brings on the happy state, vitreous ways of my ability.
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