Thursday 25 September 2014

Time Means Nothing

Dreaming, drifting, growing and stretching, hour upon hour, time means nothing here. 

I've no idea how long I've been stuck in this place or even why I'm here to begin with but it feels like there's a purpose. Oh how I wish George was here, we've been through so much together but I'm having trouble joining the dots of my mind, my thoughts floating somewhere between here and there, warm thoughts.

George was the first to see me before, when I came back from the other side, that other strange place so maybe, just maybe if I think hard enough we'll manage to find a way to find each other again.