we all cast away priceless time in dreams, too much of it actually. born of imagination, more less fed upon illusion.

sometimes this could be a lot easier. i want to spill it, to some natural extent of hoping for the best. im literally choking on my own words. swallowing them, isnt taking its toll yet. if thats the case, we're clearly , horribly slow. take the time & drive away. its obvious theres something thats pulling us apart, whatever it is, it wont pull us under. this could of been written in cheap poetics, but id rather go on with empty speech. sleep under the moonlight and lets count the stars. lets steal one and call it ours. dress it up and make it look like somethings its not. so i'll just write another letter and not wanting a reply because i dont really want to know what you've got to say. i lied and said okay.