Dreams
Dreaming is a door that divides my secret world with reality. People drift in and out through that door; cross my heart, and straight into my life. My secret world is fulfilling, exciting, somewhat immoral, I could be whatever I want, meet whomever I like, fly to wherever I want. Where physical movements know no limitations, happiness meets no boundaries. Dreams tolerate no reality; an accomplished fact without planning.
I breathe in reality, but I plunge myself into this frenetic journey, into my secret world, that is so beautiful beyond what words and scientific logic could express. I will escape. I will dream.
I breathe in reality, but I plunge myself into this frenetic journey, into my secret world, that is so beautiful beyond what words and scientific logic could express. I will escape. I will dream.
posted by Sphinx at 12:39 PM
1 Comments:
I like this, it really connects with me. I live half my life, in the reality zone, in my dream world...awake and walking around. Just wanted to add that dreams aren't always under the drape of sleep. Cool stuff, thanks!
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