We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here
This is the end, my only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I’ll never look into your eyes…again
Can you picture what will be so limitless and free
Desperately in need…of some…stranger’s hand
In a…desperate land?
|—||The Doors (via streetsofme)|
the worst part is when you’re trying to sleep and don’t have anything to distract you and it forces its way into your mind..