The Way You Make Me Feel

Ken

Dreams sometimes come true, whether bad or good ones. Sometimes I don't know whether it's from a dream, or it's a memory, but de ja vu situations seem to happen more often than I thought they would.

If they were from dreams, then the scene is all too familiar, or maybe it is not. I wonder. Time has a mean way of telling stories sometimes, this could be one of it, but then it is not for me to decide whether it is. Worries, fear, and distorted imaginations haunt the feeble mind of mine like butterflies set free from their cages.

Today is sleeping day. I had tiramisu ice-cream, it didn't taste that bad. MSN is still not able to run for some reason. I've got a DVD player in the living room. Sleep is the last thing that is on my mind, or is it?