I could explain myself if you gave me a chance, though I was never here. Ignore all you think you know about me, and I believe we'll have something — a start, at any rate. It would be best if you knew that I existed in a dream you have long since forgotten, that I was a trick out of the corner of your eye one twilight you weren't paying attention — you were just trying to get home. I am no one, and I have blended into so many crowds I think you could see me if you really concentrated really hard at no one in particular. I never wrote this; this all came out of the thin air, tapping me on the shoulder, wanting in on the joke. So, tell me, what am I trying to say?
I am tired. What you have just read is a piece of nothing shaped into a ball and rolled on the floor. These are the words it left in its trail.
Lorelay
11:58am tuesday, 30th july
I knew I're somwhere there... I hoped you are.
And now I've put this sentence into Google, fallen into some spell, an fairy man's spell.... I found you.
The dreams live on. :
enisia
10:24am friday, 30th april
everybody feels non-existent sometimes... it's just a matter of knowing what you're really worth and how blind he is for missing out a good charm which could save his life...
Lorelay
enisia