The torture we inflict on ourselves with our daydreams.
The lives we wish we had.
The feelings we wish we felt.
The human need to feel.
How foolish must we sound to the stones.
Wounds cut so deep, that will make an opening on the other side.
Stitch through the pain.
Stitch through the dreams.
Stitch.. Stitch.. Stitch..
The needle and the thread.
Of whats to come and whats gone.
Stitch through the heartache.
Stitch through the memories.
Till you can no longer remember their faces.
Till you run out of daydreams.
For the life of you.
For the life of your mother.
Leave the dreams to those who still have hope.
Leave the hope to those who still have faith.
Leave the faith to those who still believe.
Your only truth is behind a needle and a thread.
So, stitch like its your only religion.
Like its the only thing you ever knew.