Dreams give you this schizophrenic feeling when you wake up. the wildest dreams leave you blank when you wake up in the morning. you actually do not know what to make of it. when you dream of something exciting, you wish you hadn't left that dream land far too soon. but when dreams act like what they really are-- the tip of your iceberg of a mind-- it strikes you like a lightning on a rainy day. it's veracity pushing back up what you've been keeping to yourself, what you've buried under the inner most part of your soul. sucks like that, really. because you can't necessarily control what you dream of. they just surprise you like that. what to make of it-- i've yet to realize.
if you thought you needed me, why leave in the first place?
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