It's a strange time .. a lot of thoughts that come with the breeze wrap themselves around me and twist me about until I finally come to and they all seemingly disappear. It's like dreaming of ghosts, filling their lungs with the words of possibility and letting them breathe out the language-exhaust of something selfish that I'd like to hear. I can build them the empires but I can't make them be. It's okay though.

I just keep finding myself lying on the floor staring at the ceiling sometimes.

I wanna feel more.
I think I lost my voice for you.

xxx