I dreamed about my childhood

surrounded by dead things

Awakened by the humming that

machines make when they sleep

At least I woke up smiling, so glad I had a dream

She is waving out of the window

Her smile is red as a wound

And my quiet heart goes to pieces

It's been a lonely year in this room

And I will not ignore you like before

My january promises are more

Than words softly spoken

i dreamed about my childhood surrounded by dead things. awakened by the humming that machines make when they sleep. at least i woke up smiling, so glad i had a dream.

she is waving out of the window. her smile is red as a wound and my quiet heart goes to pieces. it's been a lonely year in this room.

and i will not ignore you like before. my january promises are more than words softly spoken.