by Wolfie_Barrow » 07/25/2009 5:32 AM
In her dream, Wolfie was floating.
She was floating a foot above the ocean, sitting cross-legged, staring at the horizon, the sun setting, the purple water seeming to never end.
Below her, in the water, something moved. The deep purple abyss moved, and she realized that some of the dark purple was black, nightmarish black, and it was so big, coming at her, coming closer, until it jumped out of the water, a giant fish, bigger than any whale with sharp, jagged teeth, and it swallowed her whole.
In her dream, she was now floating in the monster's stomach, floating, not seeming to care that she had been eaten alive.
In her dream, she was floating.
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going no where, Going no where
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, No expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, No tomorrow
And I find I kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very, very
Mad world