the kind of dream i never want to wake up from
the black of my eyelids and all my fantasies
have a soothing, relief type effect on my distant soul.
with the first thing i see, i'll know the dream was a dream and nothing else nothing else a pretty thought, no more.
in some world it could happen, right? tell me it could happen. i don't want to suffer this reality forever.
-i got the idea for this poem from a quote i heard, said by the lead singer of kidney thieves. the quote is 'what is the exchange rate between a dream and reality?'-
