cillathenomad

Poetry, stories and lyrics without music. 

Last night, I had the weirdest dream...couldn't fall asleep after that, so I was awake for a few hours.

I'm not going to bore you out with details or anything 'cause I pretty much just remember the beginning of the dream of me getting off the train in the UK. But this part...I've lived (minus the singing to me directly and the kiss) but the music genre yes. Not the same song either...the other one was a country song.

 

 

Where's a singing Gerry when I need him? :)