endless

dreams, that is.

life: not so much.

clock stops
watch the sky
as it turns blue and black and green
scenes change from dark to night
trees sway in the breeze
and haunt my dreams
and cut off my mind
games and the secrets
and make known truths
for
freedom
a world entire
laughter echoes into the night
a terrible sight it is to
behold the name
goodnight

i've got stories. i'm going to post them one day.

i want to see you cry
and laugh
and cringe
and fear