his soft snores in my ear.
happiness knocking on my door...
Harps playing to the rain as it falls...
You don't have to go to school
They said we have to... but I rather notn
Not a word, just quiet bliss.
Go back to sleep it is only 3 AM.
I just keep hopping from place to place.
I never stay too long.
I just keep moving singing a song.
So you better stop me if you want to chat.
Or you will never know where I am at.
Soft subtle breathing behind me.
The soft warm breeze over the lapping water of a small bay, the distant sound of ducks and geese on a tiny island about twenty yards away. Leaves rustling from the old tree in the yard and creaking from the chain the swing chair is suspended on...
Santa ate the cookies.6mGqozjFJJJjcG2Z
"Good morning. Guess what...the police came and got him!"
Sam Winchester....Or Eliot Spencer's voice next to me. XD
There's a ship out On the ocean At the mercy of the sea
It's been tossed about Lost and broken Wandering aimlessly
And God somehow You know that ship is me 'Cause there's a lighthouse
In the harbour Shining faithfully Pouring its light out Across the water
For this sinking soul to see That someone out there Still believes in me
On a prayer, in a song I hear your voice and It keeps me hanging on Raining down Against the wind
I'm reaching out till We reach the circle's end When you come Back to me again