My dreams,
I think
are becoming
reality.
I dream myself
drowning,
and end up
wet.
I dream i see
a beautiful field
and i end up
outside.
I dream
of a world
where
everything
is peaceful,
and i wake up
with my stereo
unplugged.
But why,
if my dreams,
are occurring,
with such
a vivid nature,
do i never
end up
further away
than my garden,
when my favourite,
and most
reoccuring dream
is the one
where i leave
and never come back.
Such vivid dreams,
becoming reality,
except the ones
i wish
were real.
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Comments
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I think this is absolutely wonderful. I especially like
'But why,
if my dreams,
are occurring,
with such
a vivid nature,
do i never
end up
further away
than my garden,'
idea =] x
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