I've been waiting for something to happen, I think. I don't know what I'm expecting, or why I'm waiting for anything at all, but I probably ought to stop. It would explain the sort of constant feeling of suspense I've been experiencing lately. That, and I think about you far too often and it's ridiculous.
I want to dream more.
...I just want to go somewhere warm, Move with sweet scents in the air, pushing and pulling towards who knows what, who knows where, doesn't matter, I don't care.
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