I've got a pocketful of sunshine.
Posted by TwistedFantasies | Posted in | Posted on 2:15 PM
This was supposed to post in October. >_>
I got a pocket,
got a pocket full of sunshine
I've got a love and I know that it's all mine
oh.oh,oh
Do what you want,
but you're never gonna break me,
sticks and stones are never gonna shake me
oh,oh,oh
[Chorus]
Take me away (take me away)
A secret place (a secret place)
A sweet escape (a sweet escape)
Take me away (take me away)
Take me away (take me away
To better days (to better days)
Take me away (take me away)
A hiding place (a hiding place)
This used to be my favorite song when my md first started. I knew I had a secret place; my own untarnished work of creativity; uncontaiminated by the negativity of everyday life.
Lately, I've been very nostalgic about my daydream world from when it first started. I remember when my eyes would rip & shread reality apart looking for anything to incorporate into my pocketful of sunshine.
Since I've started my anxiety medication, daydreaming has become nothing more than a blur of memories with a dry storyline & characters. It's my pocketful of sunshine only when I need it. It's getting harder to dip below into the bottomless ocean of dreaming. But I'm drowning in my emotions.
I got a pocket,
got a pocket full of sunshine
I've got a love and I know that it's all mine
oh.oh,oh
Do what you want,
but you're never gonna break me,
sticks and stones are never gonna shake me
oh,oh,oh
[Chorus]
Take me away (take me away)
A secret place (a secret place)
A sweet escape (a sweet escape)
Take me away (take me away)
Take me away (take me away
To better days (to better days)
Take me away (take me away)
A hiding place (a hiding place)
This used to be my favorite song when my md first started. I knew I had a secret place; my own untarnished work of creativity; uncontaiminated by the negativity of everyday life.
Lately, I've been very nostalgic about my daydream world from when it first started. I remember when my eyes would rip & shread reality apart looking for anything to incorporate into my pocketful of sunshine.
Since I've started my anxiety medication, daydreaming has become nothing more than a blur of memories with a dry storyline & characters. It's my pocketful of sunshine only when I need it. It's getting harder to dip below into the bottomless ocean of dreaming. But I'm drowning in my emotions.
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