My dreams are returning to me… my own individual hopes and desires.

This may seem odd to those of you that never lost your dreams along the way in this life. But I must confess that for me, the truth is — that I have lost mine.

Maybe it was because somehow, somewhere, I lost my very sense of “me”… not very easy to hold on to one’s dreams when one loses touch with one’s own identity.

My dreams are returning. And for this, I am immensely grateful.

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Who Killed Mr. Moonlight?

Consider green lakes
And the idiocy of clocks
Someone shot nostalgia in the back
Someone shot our innocence

A broken arrow in a bloody pool
The wound in the face
Of midnight proposals
Someone shot nostalgia in the back
Someone shot our innocence

In the shadow of his smile
In the shadow of his smile
In the shadow of his smile
In the shadow of his smile

All our dreams have melted down
We are hiding in the bushes
From dead men
Doing Douglas Fairbanks’ stunts

All our stories burnt
Our films lost in the rushes
We can’t paint any pictures
As the moon had all our brushes

Extracting wasps from stings in flight
Who killed Mr. Moonlight?
Who killed Mr. Moonlight
In the shadow of his smile
Who killed Mr. Moonlight
In the shadow of his smile

- Bauhaus

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