Now close your eyes and go to sleep,
maybe one day we'll wake up
and this will all just be a dream.
It's that time of year again. That time when everything around me seems to be changing, transforming into something beyond my comprehension, slowly morphing while I remain as I've always been. Stuck together by my unquenchable thirst to touch the moon, yet torn apart by the demons that whisper in my ear every night before I go to sleep. I feel the earth move beneath my feet, I hear my heart burst again, and I let myself hope for the hopeless. I know this is not the end, it is not even the incipence of the end but it is perhaps the start of a season I'm bound to remember forever. Pushed to my limits and further across is where I feel at come. At the edge of glory and every broken dream I ever dared to dream, I let the sky fall, for I know that I shall stand tall, I'll get through it all.
