in the middle of the night you only wake up to remember the dreams
nothing much to remember but you wish to remember everything and one and all
some things do make sense as you drink little litres of water off your jug
otherwise the scenes are just as insanely unfamiliar as is your real life
middle of a desert starts your dream, sands and sweat and long walks of absolute nothingness
nothing is lost at the horizon for it is only the next minute or the second that was
inside of time are these moments such, lived in dreams and the ones lost in absolute living
another day, another dream, but they always associate only nights with dreams
It Goes Without Saying
4 days ago
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