Slumber…
2 05 2010I bump my head against a lamppost. I fall to the ground with the sound of sea and a smooth breeze upon my face. I dream of something real. A dream that ends in an illusion. Taking a deep breath, I wake up. Years have flown by. Being awake seems like the real dream. Send me back into deep slumber so I may live. I dont know. What is a colour that which belongs in a soul during a dream, and another that belongs to when being awake?
The pain right below, it moves slightly. At the thought of everything it hurts. Running wild in my head, stupid head. I fight to wake up in my waking part of life. I expect to see a soul waiting, but it was myself that sent it away.
Dream, dream, dream…gone with a dream.
[Morning writing - ughh don't feel like this shit... need to eat... how was your weekend?]
Categories : Day-to-day, Writing


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