Times like this

At times like this I would blog. It the point where my mind slips between the concious and subconcious. At times like this I could see, feel, engage in the many thoughts in my mind. Thoughts which I hide, thoughts which I ignore, thoughts which is indulge in. At times like my mind flies high. A stroll in the park which have yet to happen, sharing gelato's, sipping coffee. Windy walks where leaves cast ever playful shadows and rain rays of light. I wonder far, I wonder why, I wonder no more. Dreams are here in my head, dreams which are hard for me to say...

No. I'm not on weed, just lacking sleep. A little on the low side, a little too tired for the ride. At times like this, I could only blog.