Free as a falling kite, dreams make it all go away. The beats, the beatings, and feathers. So sexy it needs to be disposed of, burn off the infected areas.
What if it comes back? What then?
Dream again, fall forever. A moment is liquid silk and chocolate. Drip drip drip. Been inside of greatness, that much you can say. Been inside of you.
Went downstairs to go buy some bananas and lo and behold, 3 nifty packages came on the same day (including a skeleton key and 3D glasses!!!)! It was like Christmas, and then I fell up the stairs and I laughed and laughed about it.
I’m kind of jealous of people who have a style ingrained in their personality. They’ve been going at it so long it’s just a part of who they are. I might have had that at one point, it was limited and cliché but I had it nonetheless. I guess it’s the ones who stay on the path that their heart leads them through, for better or worst, that come out stronger both on the inside and the outside.