Let me tell you a secret — sometimes I think this might all be a bad dream.
Every now and then, when the world is quite enough and the yellow light hits the ceiling just right, I feel like a child again.
Sometimes I wish I could find the spot where time is the weakest, touch it, tear it apart, and wake up on the sofa again, behind my parents backs where I've crawled after some nightmare.
From the tv, I'd hear a laugh track, I'm pretending to sleep.
It's that summer again.
see, the balcony door is ajar. see, there's a mosquito trying to get in. see, my heart isn't aching. see?
@TeenageLife1111
Every now and then, when the world is quite enough and the yellow light hits the ceiling just right, I feel like a child again.
Sometimes I wish I could find the spot where time is the weakest, touch it, tear it apart, and wake up on the sofa again, behind my parents backs where I've crawled after some nightmare.
From the tv, I'd hear a laugh track, I'm pretending to sleep.
It's that summer again.
see, the balcony door is ajar. see, there's a mosquito trying to get in. see, my heart isn't aching. see?
@TeenageLife1111