Friday, May 29, 2009


I think I shall call this "on dreams, and other ridiculous things"

While I'm awake, everything makes sense. I accept it.
When I dream, I feel like I'm Alice, trapped in the looking glass,
My dreams, all of our dreams, send us frantic yet encoded messages
of things we can't face in the daylight.
This happens every night.

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