Im different but Im probably not even half of what I think I am; creating different images with logic is most intriguing.
Sitting there softly,
Wrapped around in dreams,
Some good, some with no description,
All fitting in their own way..just to make a little bit of sence,
A breath of kindness stings my eyes!
So crisp, clean, innocent, tender..
Call it what youd like but I want it for myself,
Where does it come from,
A secret potion up high in the clouds?!
Because I havent experienced the full view of it here..
Its gotta have come from another world