Got shot in the head Fell back to the start of this Shall we try again?
I want to fly
I want to fly Up there in the sky Far from everything But the wind And the clouds No chains wrapped My wrists and ankles Just the feeling Of being free I just want To fly away
It came from the mountain: A bizarre story dream
It came from the mountain That was the title of the story that I dreamt. I tried looking it up, but it doesn’t exist. Some parts of this dream I couldn’t remember. It starts with a man who is a resident of a mansion owned by a noble family. This man was either a doctor … Continue reading It came from the mountain: A bizarre story dream
In this little room A table with a pencil Why not make something?
Dreaming of floating An inch above then dreamt of Falling off a cliff
Wore a broken chain I could walk out of this cell Yet I chose to stay
World is your oyster A phrase to say easily Aren’t you lucky?
Am I still dreaming? Or is it me denying This reality
Water in bathtub Is the open sea to one Who still dreams awake
Shall I drift once more, To the depths of consciousness, And forget again?
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