I willingly wish to stay innocent
so as to believe in the monsters under my bed
but never to understand the 9 o clock news
isn’t just one bad horror movie
Your lips promise
the exploration of nether lands
and just so you know
there’s a hidden treasure
The thing with wildlings is that we’re attracted to their raw beauty, their untamed heart, their burning eyes and their souls… so free that make ours ache, when we painfully understand we were once one of them but we let society tame our spirit.~ Anna Roig, trying to get in touch with my inner wildling again.
What’s with the “here’s a blog: blog’sname” thing.
Is it new? Is it…like… sponsored?
Does it weird you out too?
I am being too picky?
Is this why my followers don’t send me cute inboxes?
Do people think I’m a lovestruck bitch?
Dear lover, make the wound so fatal that the only thing I crave to survive from here on, is your love.~ Anna Roig
this is going to be a long night
for both of us
but while you’re there
and I’m here
(and there’s really nothing we can do to change it)
let’s play a game
a game of believing
and I’ll believe
that you’re right here by my side
cuddling up against me
and our warmths become one
I’ll make my best effort to believe
that if I just move my hand and look for you
I’ll find your face and will be able to caress you
like I always do, like you always wait for me to do it
As for you
that I’m right there with you
that it’s not a dark and lonely place you’re in
that it is just a different home… just for the night
that if you close your eyes, you’ll feel my embrace
and there’ll be no time and space between us
but the one we let … and there’s none
Just for one night
Just for tonight
let’s play this game
so I don’t miss you like hell
and you don’t feel sad
we’ll believe we’re still together
and come morning we will be
and we’ll kiss and greet each other
like a thousand years have gone by
but in truth, it will only have been
when we were apart
but we believed our way out of it
when we were apart
but we didn’t miss each other
because we believed we were together
You can’t call love that which weakens and quits when the storm darkens your sky. Call love that which will endure and thrive to get you out of that storm, even if the darkness falls on both of you~ Anna Roig / middleofthenightdaydreams
The sound of my pencil against the paper resembles the sound of scratching off, of erasing something… Maybe if I keep on writing I’ll be able to erase your memory from my heart.~ Anna Roig / middleofthenightdaydreams