Sammy Posted April 16, 2009 Report Share Posted April 16, 2009 I think I live in my dreamI wonder if I ever wakeWhen I sleep I am at peacebut awake my mind is disturbedThere are two kinds of airthe kind that is thinand reaches out to touchme with icy fingerscreeping slowly over my skinand then theres the kindthat is thick, like fogand slimyslipping and slidingmaking my hair raise on endNeither is pleasant,no soft touch caressingno gentle whisper lovingnot like in my dreamsIn my dreams the airis soft, and whispers to meit holds me and warms meit makes me feel safeAwake it's cold and dangerousit chokes and stranglesit crawls and slidessecretly trying to capture me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Roses Posted April 16, 2009 Report Share Posted April 16, 2009 Having two very distinct places of being is hard. One peaceful and the other horrifying. Is there some way that these two places can meet in the middle and form a common ground? Does it have to be so different I wonder. I know what you mean though. xxx Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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