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| Dream |
| The darkness surrounds me, I feel it caress my body like a lovers hands. I am slipping further away from the world, into that place where dreams are made. Here I spend my nights, whittling away the hours till I wake. Sometimes I remember what I dream, and sometimes I don't. I think I am better off that way. When I do remember, there are strange sounds, flashing lights, spinning rooms. People I see everyday, Blink in and out, sometimes whisper words of love, or hate. This place is where I find all my wants fufilled. and all my worst fears come true. Bizarre you say? Yes, it is. But it draws me back, time and again. For I can't resist the tempation, to fly among the clouds, swim in the deepest waters, it isn't so bad, I don't often remember the bad ones. Really. |