why does it haunt my dreamsWhy does it haunt my dreams, why do I lose sleep, why do I go so far, why do I try so hard, why do I waste my time, why do I hear her name everywhere I go, why do I look back every time the door opens, why do I wait so long for just a glimpse of her, why do I still try, maybe it’s because she's worth every why... or maybe I'm just another fool.
shadow of youIt’s a Saturday again, so I’m here drinking my mocha green tea with strawberries syrup. This is just a wondering habit that brings me here again and again; only hoping to see a shadow of you. That is quite a daydream for me to have, so many thoughts and yet you still haunt me so easily, you should have hurt me when I asked you to, this is nothing but torture at its finest, that's all you left me. I wander to the edge of illusion; insanity looked over the edge and was not impressed at all, he said “send word when you really want to go to the real edge, my friend life." His friend madness has also come and gone as well, soon his friend imagination will grow tired of producing illusions only to have them as a grip on a wavy shadow. It is quite a mystery of the depths of voluntary madness, we do so much to keep a feeling so alive for years that it becomes a nightmare, a sweet nightmare that you hope for again and again, no wonder why people laugh at others when they see t