Thursday, February 28, 2013
there once was a little wind-up girl who lived in a paper landscape.
every morning she would wind herself up
and every night she went to bed dreaming of being real.
*i've been feeling a little melancholy lately, like a wind-up toy that needs to be wound up again. i think that it's all over now and i can finally forget you and move back into being happy.
*last night in my dream everything was made of paper. it reminded me of the science of sleep.
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