Missing My Old Reality
Bored.
Nothing to do at all
So,
I might as well stare at the wall.
Then i think
thinking turns to thoughts,
thoughts turn to day dreams.
In this dream,
i'm in a different place.
With friends..
with you.
I'm happy,
for only but a few minutes,
until I realize its just imagination.
I come out of the dream,
sad..wishing i was there
Missing friends,
Missing You,
Missing what used to not be a dream
Missing old reality.
:(
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kareohline012posted on 07/13/2008
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