You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep
‘Cause they’d fill the open air
And leave teardrops everywhere
You’d think me rude
But I would just stand and stare
I’d like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay
Awake when I’m asleep
‘Cause everything is never as it seems
‘Cause I’d get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head
A sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread
I’d like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay
Awake when I’m asleep
‘Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep
Leave my door open just a crack
(Please take me away from here)
‘Cause I feel like such an insomniac
(Please take me away from here)
Why do I tire of counting sheep
(Please take me away from here)
When I’m far too tired to fall asleep
To ten million fireflies
I’m weird ’cause I hate goodbyes
I got misty eyes as they said farewell
But I’ll know where several are
If my dreams get real bizarre
‘Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar
I’d like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay
Awake when I’m asleep
‘Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep
I’d like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay
Awake when I’m asleep
‘Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep
I’d like to make myself believe
That planet earth turns slowly
It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay
Awake when I’m asleep
Because my dreams are bursting at the seams
Ek hoop van harte dit is hoe jou dag en naweek gaan wees, asof jy oop oe in jou eie droom rondloop. Geniet dit!
Dankie Elf, hoop vir jou ook die selfde!
Wat het van almal se blogs geword… ek kan amper nerens mee in kom nie!?
Hibernation?
I guess most people merely need time to become comfortable within their own skin again, so to speak.
Ek gee nie om wat mense se nie, as jy regtig eerlik is met jouself n nie skryf om n audience te impress en jou stats op te jaag nie, word n blog n spieel.
Soms word die ontnugterende eerlikheid en self-besef in daardie spieelbeeld net te veel vir meeste mense. That’s my guess anyways.
Oh, and then there is blog-politics as well. Which I regard as kindergarden mentality. In which case blogging would be on too high a level for them to play along anyway.
Gee mense se siele tyd om saad te skiet in hul nuwe seisoen. As jy weer daar verbystap, mag jy verbaas wees oor die blommeprag wat vir jou wag.