Dreams
From The Birdhouse
I thought the moon was alive. I thought the moon was alive. I thought the moon was alive. I thought the moon was alive. I thought the moon was alive. I thought the moon was alive. I thought the moon was alive. I thought the moon was alive. I thought the moon was alive.
It's not. It's not. It's not. Look to the moon. Look to the moon. What do you see? I see reflections in the moon. Reflections of God laughing at me and taunting me and calling to me and mocking me and
Am I going insane? Am I actually going insane? All I can do is write. I'm trying to write down these thoughts and this is all that's coming out. I can't breathe I can;t breathe I can't bre
[These pages have been splashed with water and are illegible.]
It won't stop
It hasn't stopped.