the sound of your serenade from the open window.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
dreams;
dreams have no restrictions,
no boundaries,
and no limits.
they hold the keys to sucess
and to failure.
like wise,
dreams either make
or break
you.
but dreams,
the one source
of never ending fantasy,
always keeps facinating me.
because in dreams,
is where i can always,
and can only always,
dream.
words spilled @ 10:36 PM /
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