Sunday, April 17, 2011

everything looks perfect from far away

On an island as big as the moon, we dance to melodies that bring us back to the age of the clock. We sing to music that is as loud as our ears. We laugh along to the noises of thunder. We hear the beats of our heart like the wave of the ocean. We dream of fireflies at midday and sunsets at midnight. We whisper secrets as loud as the elephants roar. We jump to the rhythm of a clarinet while we skip to the clarinets tune. We paint the sky and color the trees. We pray to the heavens for a piano to play us soft hymns of joy and laughter.

"True it may seem like a stretch but it's thoughts like this catch my troubled head when you're away when I am missing you to death

... and we wake up, we find that reality is nothing but a hopeless dream. 

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