02:21:09

15lut08

My dreams are a cruel joke.

They taunt me.

Even in my dreams, I’m an idiot…

who knows he’s about to wake up to reality.

If I could only avoid sleep.

But I can’t.

I try to tell myself what to dream.

I try to dream that I’m flying.

Something free.

It never works…

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  1. 1 inexile on luty 15, 2008 said:

    Polubiłam gapienie się na autostradę.

  2. 2 ilgatonegro on luty 15, 2008 said:

    niby nic a jednak

  3. 3 brighter than sunshine on sierpień 1, 2008 said:

    …but then comes daylight, and the torments of the night are over,
    the sun is so beautiful, that I forget what I had been dreaming about,
    hopeing that the dream, I berey remeber never comes back,
    eaven though the bits and peaces ceap rushing threw my head from time to time…
    Then I forget about it for a while, amazed by the new day that had come….
    I even tend to miss the dream, tahat barged in to my life, bringing confusion and fear in to my mind………
    My dream is a mistery to Me..it haunts me, but it stil is My dream ,and now I understand that reality is a common good but dreams, better ore worse,are the belonging of oneselve….so even if some days I curse it and it brings Me pain,most of the time love it, because it is my own even though it will never be reality…
    and I am happy :)


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