But rest do I not.
I lay my head and dream,
The strangers come in flocks...
People, places, passing strangers,
Living in my mind.
Who are you, what are you?
How dare you take my time!
Imposing, inputting,
Are these thoughts even mine?
They come alive at night,
Adventures they will bring.
Scary? happy? curious?
They can't make up their mind.
Sometimes I evolve them,
Sometimes I let them die.
Morning, night or day,
My dreams shan't go away.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
