writings about dream.

Last night I dreamed that I was still young.
My body wasn’t tortured and I wasn’t a martyr.
My brain wasn’t melting and there were no typos.
And when my hands touched my face, it was never in anger…

Yesterday seems so terribly gone.
Tomorrow is certain and I don’t like it so far.
Whatever happened to the places I knew?
They all look so strange through different windows.

Last night I dreamed of sliding your door
Wide open ‘til I saw me no more.
There you were standing in boxers and socks.
Bears t-shirt clinging to the curve of your back.

And I waited for the pain, the price I’d sure pay.
It never came, so I opened my eyes.
You were still standing. Not yet awake,
I pulled you in tight, and kissed you all night.

Last night I dreamt. Last night I dreamt.


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