that only dreamers can dream.
Certain kinds of sleepers and thinkers that when combined become a dreamer.
I dream of you, faceless. I dream of our children I haven't met yet.
It takes so much out of me to wake up, entwined in the beauty of my unconscious mind.
It hurts me to be sad, but it's hard work being happy.
I'm hanging in the balance between awake and asleep, and here is where I'll stay forever.
Now Playing: David Bazan, Curse Your Branches
Its easy to be happy, its just hard not to be sad and to feel fear.
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