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Wednesday, May 11, 2005

waaah...

now i really do wonder coming back to where i really started. i just had a dream last night, and i just thought, what if that dream may come to life, take away all those i cherished to be with, and i just thought, would there be a way how i could have fought that dream to 'not be' a reality, i guess not... but i hoped so.

and actually, who the hell would have thought i'd be this way all day. seems like everythings suddenly changed. i even dont recall the last time we had this talk, what i just recalled was this dream, interconnected with her, yet too far from the real her, and actually, i just wished being with her, yet, i do know where it would probably end up...

waaaaah....


so what more could i expect? a gnome man.... a metropolitan woman... a vocalist without a band, a voiceover without a tune, a singer without a song, a composer without a composition... in short, i'm an artist... without inspiration...

waaaah...

don't you get it, sometimes people do meet these people they would have thought meeting before, but when they do recall the exact date, they'd think tehy're just all wrong, after all, it's truly impossible i met her before, though in reality,... in my dream, in my past, i did... and though she's in my front, though this 'inspiration' is singin in front... with me...

... i think id rather forget.

move on \rock mode/

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11:14 PM.


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