I woke up this morning feeling like a real loser. I had a real bad headache, and just didn't want to wake up. Why wake up when dreams are more psychedelic and infinitely sweeter than the technicolour realities of life?
Was it my hangover? Or was I just too tired? My dreams tire me out, since I run a lot in my dreams. Maybe that's because I seem to have a purposeful life in my dreams at least.
The head spins with the effort to out-think my inner demons. Maybe I should just stop bothering, the demons seem to do a better job running my life than I seem to do myself!
1 comment:
clearly a hangover ;)But then again dreams are so much better than reality, even my nightmares are a tad bit better
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