Dream #782

It is midnight.

Peeking though the curtains, giving consent.

Hearing no answer? It is finally time.

Leaving this world of shrouded reality

And into the land of mirrors,

Stripping bare and being clothed again in worry.

The adventure never seems to end.

Fear of losing the precious,

Wishing and hoping to break free,

And yet, all of these things can never be found.

Why? The light is only around the corner.

It can be reached, it can -


Hold on.

"This shouldn't end so soon!

I'm still looking! Please don't lock me away!"

Yet the filters comes back, forcing to submit.

Until next time then, when the veil lifts again at midnight

And subconsciousness comes out to explore.

Once again, dressed in clothing of worry.


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