I'm not much of a writer but more of an interpreter. I interpret my dreams as raw as they come and write them into flowing sequences that appeal more to the hungry imagination. None of my work can be used in any way without my consent.
There is a mystery that lies within dreams.. A mystery in which will remain forever, since dreams themselves are mysteries which prove to be illusive at blunt meanings.
The listless shrubs run by as the water flows behind it, easing its way backwards as the shrubs hurry before it. I watched as they did so.
'I really don't know how much more of this I can take...
After the long and arduous task of generally begging me to come over, I finally agree to drive to his house.
I await on a bench for his arrival. I look around and busy myself with my phone to see if he texted. Finally I see him walk up to me.
I watch as my family leaves through the blinds, loneliness already consumed me. I had done wrong and I know they won't forgive me for it.
I run though the place as if the rain were going to suddenly and completely evaporate from any signs of existence at any moments notice. I run to cover only to find that Diana was there.
I remember sitting on a bench doing nothing. Absolutely nothing. There was a field with no people, a sidewalk with no one walking, a sky without a sun. Nothing.
((I remember back when... When I told you I struggled with daily life.. Because I questioned my own existence.. When I wondered if I was real..
We made our way through the tubes that were the hallways of my dream mall.. As I set aside an octopus she showed me, I continued to walk on.
As I sit on my break, unhumbled by my praise less hard work, I type away on my phone, awaiting the impending doom that lied waiting for me at the end of my break...
"Let's go watch a movie!" "Okay." We walk seemingly nowhere but somewhere at the same time. I realize it yet I don't..
I must've dropped you off because I'm now with my best friend. She talks happily beside me yet I cannot understand her. We walk through the city as usual, as if it were our own.
How odd it would be to live in quite a world... I walk through a house dimmed with brown and lit by tiny colorful lights. I recalled leaving my shoes downstairs.
As I nimbly cross the majestic barriers, driving my way down each curving roads towards a destiny not my own, I find that thought has left me yet unconscious.
I awake slowly, knowing that today would be the day I see my best friend yet again. A light stretch and I'm out of bed.
'Just because you ask again doesn't mean the answer is going to change' I walk about doing my daily routine before you decide to pick me up.
Why my manager chooses to schedule an insomniac in the morning is beyond me....
I guess I haven't felt like myself lately... I've been having these dreams... Many dreams... For many nights... Of you... They don't hold meaning anymore...
"As I walk into the shadow of the valley of death, I shall fear no evil." 10-14-12 Running through the burning city, I was alone. All I could think about was that I was supposed to go out tonight.
One night I dreamed that I was in bed, awakened ever so softly by a whisper and soft lips. I open my eyes to see him. A strange other-worldly face with a soft universal smile.
Driving down thinking final thoughts of you as if I were floating with my music turned down low, last minutes away from the beginning of my work.
At night when I am most weakest and held hostage by all thought I can't think of a day since then that I haven't thought about you..
I bring her food and sometimes she likes it,. I bring her games and sometimes she enjoys them,. I bring her friends and sometimes she gets along with them,.
There is nothing I love more than that of the feeling of the cool breeze through my hair, the wind gently kissing my face as I tread through the streets.
It's always chilling, the thought of change. You don't really grasp the meaning until it hits you with the reality of it each time.
Her smiles were feigned yet modest, her actions pleasing yet desperate, her hair tied in a professional manner. All she knew was she needed this job. "Alright, Mimi.
In the darkness of a lonely room only the light of a television illuminates a lone chair.