1984-Through Winston's Eyes.

I walk through the days of my life, with eyes watching my every move,
The tiny hairs throughout my body slowly rise.

Should I not be used to this by now?
Maybe, but I’m not.

In some vague memory,
I remeber things being different.

My mind is full of shadows,
But I know that where there is a shadow, there has to be light.

In that little bright corner of my mind,
There exists a world with love, lust and passion.

A world where happiness is more than just a distant dream
And love can be expressed freely.

In that little corner lives a love that I could never have imagined
But now it seems so clear.

I don’t think I could go back to living my life with no reason to live,
And I don’t want to.