March 5, 2014

in my journal i found the first time i dreamt of her

"it’s one o clock and i cannot sleep, i am tired behind no repair but her face doesn’t allow me. I have not recalled to any recent memories, but i have uncertainties that my imagination would create such a horrid beast. A smile so grim one cut as if a Cheshire grin hair so golden brown as if I was blinded such a skinny face you can count every detail in its expression. I want to talk to her tell her to go away but my mouth won’t move It’s as if my mouth were glued shut

I am scared I want to sleep

May 6 2014

recently i haven’t dreamt of ‘her’ but im scared shes doing this to lower my guard. even though shes not actually real i fear her even more that i cant get her out of my head

exo m + colors

exo m + colors