Because when I live with my head in the clouds
Things become confusing, dreams and imagination mingle with what's real and it drives one's mad. Because I can't tell what is. Imagination and daydreams create feelings that aren't real. My heart decided to thump faster, I smiled over a silly note, I asked a question.
But, did you paused, letting it go, turning into Ashes...
Things become confusing, dreams and imagination mingle with what's real and it drives one's mad. Because I can't tell what is. Imagination and daydreams create feelings that aren't real. My heart decided to thump faster, I smiled over a silly note, I asked a question.
But, did you paused, letting it go, turning into Ashes...
I had no idea why I'm typing this, probably it's a midnight syndrome issue or rather a one's overthink season :') Time to sleep. Goodnight!
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