08-07-2016, 04:54 PM
I dream,
sunken in the afternoon nap,
sunken in the night anomaly called insomnia.
I dream about two things,
the mental fantasy and the spiritual hunger.
Hunger for utopia and eternal happiness.
I dream with my entire body,
with my rich soul,
my poor pocket,
my rich mind.
I dream from the depths of my mystery,
from my darkest rooms in my body,
I dream with copulated thoughts,
lecherously-perefct feelings.
Some would say, you can't live from dreams,
but I don't live another life.
The dream is my life,
my world,
my unfullfilled love,
my wound,
my flaw.
The dream is my world of happy moments and
even happier memories.
The dream is my food,
my spiritual food,
my muse,
inspiration.
My awake world is dark,
tragedies and only tragedies,
endless horrors.
I dream about a world,
my and only mine.
I dream about the purity of thy world,
I dream about a fairy glistening in lifegiving glow,
shiny hair,
emerald eyes...
I dream of her tireless vigil above my
exhausted body,
chasing forever the dark in me,
eternaly lighting the fire in me...
That is the world i'm dreaming about,
my,
the one that's inside,
I am the lord of my will there,
of my own thoughts and emotions.
Eternal victory,
bridge of the mind and soul,
The dream is my world,
I live for it,
I live from it,
I live in it.