Friday, August 11, 2006

...on drugs in the dark with the one I love, that my friends is where I wish I was

7.31 On Time
Early morning silence.
From the balcony the scent of wallflowers.
White curtains billow at the open window.
A wooden floor and thick stone walls.
On a mattress in the centre of the room I see myself, asleep, beneath a white cotton sheet.

I am not alone.

Neither of us has been in this room before, but I know for sure that one day this will happen.

Some dreams are harder to wake up from than others.

Trouble Is Real - Johnathan Rice


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