my thoughts as of yesterday morning
Even s the sun rises to fill the new day with light
The last images of dreams fade into a darkness
that only exists there.
An entire world, a sea of images and scenarios
that often get forgotten.
It's as though the light of reality burns away
the marvel of subconscious like an emulsion...in blacks and grays.
Dreams are not reality. They are more than reality
a collage of reality.
At the end, when colors of the subconscious fade into
the colors of awakening, a disappointment, and unsatisfactory
sensation is ever present.
But it's all part of being human.
Briefly experiencing something that you'll never really have........
But that is what makes us create
that is what makes us love.
that is what inspires us to compose our score for life.
The last images of dreams fade into a darkness
that only exists there.
An entire world, a sea of images and scenarios
that often get forgotten.
It's as though the light of reality burns away
the marvel of subconscious like an emulsion...in blacks and grays.
Dreams are not reality. They are more than reality
a collage of reality.
At the end, when colors of the subconscious fade into
the colors of awakening, a disappointment, and unsatisfactory
sensation is ever present.
But it's all part of being human.
Briefly experiencing something that you'll never really have........
But that is what makes us create
that is what makes us love.
that is what inspires us to compose our score for life.