My dreams seem to be wilder these days- more surreal
They paint their art while reality sits and poses,
stretching out its boney limps, pausing in absurd figures.
A maniac as a shining example for my existence
My dreams seem to be louder these days- more intense
Unsteadiness creeps its way inside my head
and my thoughts start to stumble.
Trembling steps through the world behind the glass
as rationality slips through my shaky fingers.
I watch it shatter on the relentless ground.
my ears tingle from the sound of loss
My dreams seem to be more intense these days- more abstract
I wake up every morning and have lived one thousand lives.
My conscious thoughts of daylight became shyer over time
discouraged from my ignorance.
I tend to misunderstand reality on purpose
My dreams seem to be more intrusive these days- more clingy
Abstract fragments of my past engrossing
the space between dreaming and waking up
the moments of unintentional vulnerability
when my body is pulling
my thoughts back into my conscious responsibilities
My dreams seem to make less sense these days
A mirror of reality