How my dreams they spin me ‘round
And how my dreams they let me down
And how my thoughts they spin me ‘round
And how my thoughts they let me down ~ ♪
That’s how you know you love someone, I guess. When you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.
I wish friends held hands more often, like the children I see on the streets sometimes. I’m not sure why we have to grow up and get embarrassed about it.
Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.
I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.