La mia stella brillante.

by tea-boy. Sun 26 Jul 2009, 8:57 am

I want to get inside your head. I want to walk down the corridors of memories, much too sad and much too many for one so young. I want to look through the star-dusted eyes that you do, a new perspective that's ages old. I want to hear the click clacking of my feet in your hallway, and admire the sculpted columns of wisdom like the yellowing pages of an aged text. I want to find the hows, whys, whens, and whos I think so often about. But, above the so many thing I want to learn from you, I want to get inside your head to bring you peace, somehow. To give you a silent sleep among the restless. I want to make you smile because I know you can't on your own.