Dreams. Falling into them, sinking. I wish I didn't see them. I wish they didn't come. I wish they would just leave me alone. Oh Gods… And still I cannot help liking them. Tearing myself out of them every time I get up and then thinking back with a longing. I didn't ask for them. I didn't call them. And I cannot send them away. These are no demons to be safely locked out with a strong enough protective circle. This is my own mind.
Dreams… I wish they would just go away.
(Remember the second page? These are the same potatoes, believe it or not.)
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