Once, not a long time ago, you said that you`ve stuck somewhere inbetween reality and dreams. Almost the worst place to be. Half of things aren`t even close to what you dreamt of and the other half is not for real. You said you`ve stuck and you don`t know what to do, where to go. Sitting at the crossroads, not being able to decide which road to take. Sitting there fighting for a breath to make a scream. There was no sound to split the air, no ears to hear it.. the last thing you told me to keep holding on.
But it rains tonight.