My dreams are like an embrace of darkness
Either comforting
or suffocating
An experience beyond awareness
It makes me long
and makes me wonder
Are my dreams visions I'd like to believe?
Or maybe solutions for my grief?
An opportunity to flee for reality?
Or do they complete my personality?
I dream of perfect model-families
I dream of succeeding without effort
I dream of a soothing summer breeze
I dream of getting infinite support
My dreams make me wish for another face
For a life in another place
My dreams just make me awfully jealous
Wish I couldn't dream
een gedichtje van alweer 1,5 jaar oud :)