It's my nature as a dreamer to fall hard for anyone who encourages me. Dreaming is sometimes a real lonely thing, and its easy to get caught up in it all. Emotions magnify; sleep is lost. But in the end I'll be alright, because while dreaming is a lonely thing it also fuels a fire. Keeps me hungry. So while the history may repeat, a circular motion - one always ensures the other. Dreaming and happiness.
I don't know if any sense is being made here, only I know that I'm happy for the moment and forever. I love my hungry heart, and acceptance for sanity's sake. I love things like rain and smiles, things that come all too quickly and are gone before we know it. (Silly though, that I sometimes can't smile - more a physical incapability than not desired)
That's me in a nutshell.
I don't know if any sense is being made here, only I know that I'm happy for the moment and forever. I love my hungry heart, and acceptance for sanity's sake. I love things like rain and smiles, things that come all too quickly and are gone before we know it. (Silly though, that I sometimes can't smile - more a physical incapability than not desired)
That's me in a nutshell.
A nutshell I'm too often away from, when insecurities seem to spike up through the ground. A nutshell I need to hang on to a little more tightly.
Let's share a smile before the storms come again, shall we? Dancing in the moonlight is saved for when the day that carried it was bright and sunny.
