shh...Dollies are Sleeping

Time it was, and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence, A time of confidences
Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories; They're all that's left you

Come closer and see
See into the trees
Find the girl
If you can
Come closer and see
See into the dark
Just follow your eyes
 
I hear her voice
Calling my name
The sound is deep
In the dark
I hear her voice
And start to run
Into the trees
 
Into the trees
Suddenly I stop
But I know it's too late
I'm lost in a forest
All alone
The girl was never there
It's always the same
I'm running towards nothing
Again and again and again and again

☂
We all want to be pure
But it isn't a very easy thing now, is it
To do?

"With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything's far away. Everything's a copy of a copy of a copy."

...someone completely out of touch with reality...

I like reading really big books with big words. And holding the book up to my face so that no one can see me. And then taking it down again, so that everyone can.

“How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves