#fi927

i had a dream last night. though it leaned more towards a nightmare, i've been told to be more positive.

it was.. in the MOAT, a place i haven't been in a long long time, or at least i'm told.

i've been here before. i can't remember how it looked. i remember how each shadow casted against the walls but i can't grasp how big the room was.

so proud yet insecure. i feel something whenever i think about it. MOAT. what does it stand for again? in these modern times you can look things up online but my fingers don't gravitate towards the keys, more so with 'taboo' lingering in the back of my mind.

i miss what used to be, even if its blurry. i get flashes every once in a while but it always leaves the tip of my tongue. it's a taste i'll never experience again. and it's sad to realize that we used to get high but now we just get down.

in a sense, my head is the beach. what washed up on the shore was unrecognizable to the crowds gathered 'round to try and expose what they found, but they never understood.

i just want to believe in something.