January 19 2012, 4:12 PM by Lord Henry Wotton
My friend andromeda had warned me to be careful what I wished for.
I don't wish for much since I am usually in a position to grant them to myself. But there are those, those few wishes that I must strive to attain.
What do I wish for?
I'm listening to a song titled "Back to Space" by someone named Max Gueli. I don't know who he is, and I'll probably never hear of him again. But this song . . . spacey, melodious, a song that brings thoughts to ones mind, maybe to the forefront, only to cloud them with its own essence. Is the thought mine? Or . . .
What do I wish for?
A woman's voice appears, perhaps in harmony with herself, soft, breathy, chanting some words I have trouble discerning, but somehow they add to my thoughts . . . or do they?
What do I wish for?
What do I wish for. I wish for nothing concrete. I wish for nothing material. I wish for nothing altruist.
I wish to have my imagination tickled by a depth of lyric thoughts, experiences, and stimuli from someone like you.
My friend andromeda had warned me to be careful what I wished for.
I don't wish for much since I am usually in a position to grant them to myself. But there are those, those few wishes that I must strive to attain.
What do I wish for?
I'm listening to a song titled "Back to Space" by someone named Max Gueli. I don't know who he is, and I'll probably never hear of him again. But this song . . . spacey, melodious, a song that brings thoughts to ones mind, maybe to the forefront, only to cloud them with its own essence. Is the thought mine? Or . . .
What do I wish for?
A woman's voice appears, perhaps in harmony with herself, soft, breathy, chanting some words I have trouble discerning, but somehow they add to my thoughts . . . or do they?
What do I wish for?
What do I wish for. I wish for nothing concrete. I wish for nothing material. I wish for nothing altruist.
I wish to have my imagination tickled by a depth of lyric thoughts, experiences, and stimuli from someone like you.