Dandelions in the attic

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CZT 

More than anything else. 

For all the lost words trapped between my teeth and underneath my tongue

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             ▲2:35 am

20120312
 
2.22

My head has this bad habit of allowing my thoughts to keep me awake. At times when I wish to just fall asleep when my eyelids drop.

Sometimes I feel like im transported back to past and my bed being the time machine. It's like watching my own movie, with familiar scenes replaying at the back of my mind. Ups and downs, ups and downs.

I live too much in the past.

Need to let everything go.

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