8 July 2012
Woke up from a bad sleep. Yet I slept so deep.
Small details of a nightmare. I don't want them it's not fair.
I always forget those sweet dreams. But the nightmares my mind keeps.
I hate that I have pictures in my mind, I want them gone.
Why do they stay for minutes, what's wrong?
Finally, I don't remember a thing. I forgot about the nightmare and that's great.
9:16 Poem • Opuss № I