If you played,
Then it’s a game.
Don’t you dare say,
It wasn’t fair play.
If you lied,
The truth is bare.
Don’t you dare say,
You were betrayed.
If you cared,
I wouldn’t be trash.
Don’t you dare say,
I will be okay.
If you dared,
Why did you hide?
Don’t you dare say,
It’s all for the best.
Thinking of you,
Is like throwing pebbles into a calm pond;
Flawed perfection.
Save me.
Wishing for you,
Is like a sky raining leprechaun coins;
It never lasts.
Save me.
Talking to you,
Is like yelling into a deep valley;
I only hear my own desperate calls.
Save me.
Falling for you,
Is like boarding an euthanasia coaster;
You know you’ll end up dying,
But you go for the thrill anyway.
Save me.
Little wings;
Flutter around,
Fly away to somewhere far.
Little wings;
Carelessly,
Scorched by an ignited spark.
Little wings;
Lost and lonely,
Living in a world of your own bars.
Little wings;
So swift,
Flew straight into my heart.
Would I,
Fall for the same mistakes;
That you told me you’d never,
commit again?
Would I,
Let my brain take over;
Or should my heart,
lead the way?
Would I,
Learn to forgive;
The things you said you would never do,
but you did it anyway?
Would I,
Promise to promise;
But change my mind,
like it was never made?
For all these weird dreams. Not just any type of weird, but weird recurring dreams.
I don’t understand why I dream these dreams, but if I can go on dreaming the same dream an entire week consecutively during every single possible shut-eye I take, then it must be telling me something. It must be telling me something I don’t know, or something I don’t want to know. I can’t understand why.
And there’s always him, and her. There’s always us in some all too familiar setting that sends chills down my spine every single time I wake up. I’ve googled the dream dictionary but I didn’t find anything convincing.
So what exactly is it that my dreams are trying to tell me? What is my subconscious mind trying to warn my conscious mind?
Every dream has a meaning behind it, every dream serves as a reminder for something. Recurring dreams in particular, serves as a very strong reminder for something urgent. People usually forget their dreams, but recurring dreams make it impossible to forget.
So tell me, what is it that I know, but I don’t? Clearly, my subconsciousness is trying to tell me something I am not conscious of.
Then in that sense, does it make every single one of us bipolar? Are there 2 different souls living inside us, each knowing something the other doesn’t? And if so, what is it that the other can’t know?
My dreams are driving me crazy at night, waking up drowned in a pool of my own sweat in the morning. Heavy panting in the middle of the night, but I would wake up and start the next day scarred but unable to speak a word about it. It’s like I forgot about it, but it’s somewhere trapped deep in my mind where I can’t dig it out. I know I have it, but I don’t know how to say it.
The worst thing is, I can’t explain it.
I demand an explanation.
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