If it wasn’t for the few thoughts that keep running around in my mind I don’t where I could have been today, If it wasn’t for the reams that spark in my dark I don’t know what other options could be, if it wasn’t for the stolen moments as I call them I am sure I wouldn’t have been able to keep things in place…Even if it was only a smile here and a dream there, a glimpse on a world that never existed…it simply keeps alive…breathing and able to go on
In Reality I live…with my dreams I survive
Crazy thoughts, wild imaginations and strange hallucinations that the world around me may understand but they will never comprehend that the strings of my guitar wont keep playing unless I feed it to make it through
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