For now, this place remains
Deep in my dreamscape
A fantasy to indulge…
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For now, this place remains
Deep in my dreamscape
A fantasy to indulge…
Empty eyes staring
Why do they resist me still
So close to my shore
Some night last week, I had a dream that I can very vaguely remember just a tiny bit of. I dreamed that I admitted myself to a mental health care institution of some sort.
… With many computers… and cats.
Distant countenance
Calm façade yet further down
I can’t stop screaming
Will I be tempered in the crucible
Of this cutting new awareness,
Maybe even sharpened to a razor’s edge?
May they serve to remind my future self of the importance of perseverance, of how quickly things can change, and the value in maintaining good human connections with the right people.
Some days I get a little angry.
Some days I get a little rebellious.
I don’t know why.
Some days I get extremely angry,
almost enraged,
and I still don’t know why.
Is this really grief for the fantasy now dead,
Or is it regret for seven years tainted
With a lie I told myself?
My metaphors are odd, mismatched
My word choices are unusual, maybe nonsensical…
I became emboldened
Thinking this was it
Thinking I had the big mystery solved
I was carried by my arrogance