Somedays I wish to lay awake and to lie to the world and to you. Maybe one day I will be able to be a unique kind, some special fool. Sadly I've dreamed of becoming immortal and this doesn't make it any easier... Days pass, nights leave, memories stay forgotten. We all have our own little island of joy and another one, just for the lost. Today I am missing everything, but I am still here. I guess I haven't quite forgotten myself, just yet. I must be resting on the island for the lost.
