If you want me, let me know.

Where do you want to go?

No need for talking, I already know.

If you want me, why go?

I like to read minds in my spare time.  Lately I'm unable to decode any of it, including my own thoughts.  Everything's scattered and I've become a bit messy, in more ways than one.  I've got to learn when to say no to myself, when to put myself to bed without a handful of this or that, to wake up when my alarm tells me to in order to function in this normal world.  Everything is so normal.  I guess I'm just getting tired of it, and it shows.  I need new oxygen, pretty pretend places I've only imagined exist, people who feel the same, buildings that lean forward in the wind but don't topple under the pressure.  Changing winds in the middle of summer from calm to fierce, I could do without the rain but if it's far from here I won't complain.  Tidal breaks and waves bigger than my dreams, people surfing them, standing with me beside the shoreline waiting for the picture perfect moment to dive.  Or dip.  Or sink.  Or engulf your present reality in flames.

   The XX - Stars by Piwik