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Dreams breathe life into the monsters in our waking life.
They are not liars, the truth spills out raw, alive and shaking. Twisted up somewhere between reality and fantasy are your thoughts, your reality and an inner darkness and light of your imagination. I wake up and I am on fire. Not the raging blaze of an all consuming flame, but the groggy realization somewhere between sleep and reality.... a slow licking of flames, embers starting to light the tendrils of my waking mind.
I wish I could just find peace in myself. Where are the people and where is the place I can feel a constant contentedness around. I find it and then it floats away with my words or theirs. I can be too sensitive in a moment, too indecisive. Just choose, make a choice, don't think. It will be my undoing like it has been so many times.
Was I happy, or content in savannah? What was it like? I can't remember anymore. It's a dream i choose to see in clips and phrases, in feelings and looks. It's not true reality. I wish I could remember. It was a lifetime ago.
The rrg was good. I want more.