Starry dreams cloud my eyes.
Dreams of colors.
Of barren lands.
Of Love...
Of Peace...
Dreams that are pestering, persuading, deceiving.
Curtaining me from reality.
Fogging my eyes from red signals of actuality.
From chances of survival.
I detest dreams.
They cloud in my eyes and cause rain in them.
And dissappear.
2 comments:
I think our ability to dream is what distinguishes us from rest of the world.
Dream has great powers.. it helps us to think of a broader goal without getting lost in the mundane details of the daily life.. dream helps us to focus.. and as a Pisceon, dream also helps me to sometimes take refuge in an Utopian world, away from the misery and confusion that I see everywhere around me..
But as you said, the red signals of reality are always trying their best to cut us off to this dreamland.. so that one chooses 'practicality', i.e. becomes obliged to choose the rules laid down by some people (what we call society!)
It's a continuous tug-of-war, but something tells me that it is a bit hard to win as a dreamer
What you see is a reflection
A reflection of thoughts, feelings, words
Touch the reflection and you'll find me in it.
Reflection says "I can see you too"
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