it is difficult to believe so much time has passed, and its passing as difficult to measure...like waking from a dream, the memory so fresh yet the presence increasingly distant. yesterday too soon becomes yesteryear, and it has been far too long...we must soon remedy this. perhaps december may bring more tangible visions than those of sugarplums?
and yes, it is about time...do what you must to find yourself and your happiness. it is a necessary journey, and though you may lose many things in its course, i will not be among them. ...i will be waiting right here...
*returns to the punkin-patch, forever in october dreams*
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I am the one hiding under your bed
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red
I am the one hiding under yours stairs
Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise
Round that corner, man hiding in the trash cam
Something's waiting no to pounce, and how you'll...
Scream! This is Halloween
Red 'n' black, slimy green
Aren't you scared?
Well, that's just fine
Say it once, say it twice
Take a chance and roll the dice
Ride with the moon in the dead of night
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...as i miss you, mija.
it is difficult to believe so much time has passed, and its passing as difficult to measure...like waking from a dream, the memory so fresh yet the presence increasingly distant. yesterday too soon becomes yesteryear, and it has been far too long...we must soon remedy this. perhaps december may bring more tangible visions than those of sugarplums?
and yes, it is about time...do what you must to find yourself and your happiness. it is a necessary journey, and though you may lose many things in its course, i will not be among them.
...i will be waiting right here...
*returns to the punkin-patch, forever in october dreams*
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