come meet me on the moon.
i remember. ‘second to the right, and straight on till morning.’ it’s always right after the next corner. but there are so many next corners. you can’t even count them. i must know - i have lived here way too long, and i never reached the last corner. you start running in circles until you get lost. you grow up. you even stop counting.
it’s much closer. you can always go there yourself. before going to bed, or in your lunch break. while waiting for the bus.
but where is it?
it is right here.
but... how do i get there?
by believing. always by believing.
thisandthat - 1. Aug, 19:43
