I am giving up.
For the second time I am giving up.
I am giving up until the bus moves.
I am giving up until you check into another hotel.
I am giving up until you power up something other than your macbook.
And even if you do, I still think I'll give up on you.
I can't even say that with conviction.
I have a dream.
A dream to dance under Soho streetlamps and 3am nightlights.
A dream to run down the wet cobbled streets of London.
A dream to lie upon the legendary grass and laugh.
A dream to live in the city by the lake that never sleeps.
A dream to cycle and watch the city lights at 4am.
A dream to eat sandwiches under a bench.
A dream to put a flower onto a stone peace sign.
A dream to use a sharpie and say goodbye and goodnight.
A dream to live the fast life.
A dream to drive around cities with the windows down the back.
A dream to finally say hello.
A dream to finally own something special.
A dream to create magic.
A dream to say hey shits and still get a reply.
A dream to carve my name onto a piece of old broken stone.
A dream to jump higher than ever.
A dream to finally say thank you for saving my life. Cliche as it sounds.
A dream to watch others sing with me.
A dream to take a million polaroid pictures of me+you.
I'm going to need some wishing dust.
Either that or a million bucks.
Money can't buy me love.
But it can buy me dreams.
I'm on synthetic andrenaline and I don't make sense.
Tonight, it's the drug I can't deny.
Taking it and I'm still buzzing.
I'm bouncing off walls and screaming my lungs out.
Tonight, no sleep will come to me.
I drug myself out to tire myself out so that my dreams don't involve you
(i lie. you did yesterday)
sidekicks, wands, joinedtogetherhands, dinnerinlondon, burnbabyburn, littlelies, japanese words of forever, swopped dunks, matching socks, laughter, thatprettyguitar, skateboards and always falling down.
I buzz myself out to replay that in my mind.
I'll be awake forever.
To watch the sunrise and I'll retreat into the darkness.
My horoscope fucking lied.
Karma? What positive karma?
The karma that I thought I had was talking to Fyan and Frendon.
fuckthis.
santi.
♥xo
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