One morning, I awaken from the deepest slumber of my life. My mind filled a manyard of thoughts and pictures from the serious of dreams and nightmares that filled my previous night.
Everything seemed so vivid that I was unsure what exactly the begining begun and the end had ended.
The was a mixture of pleasure and surely plenty of pain .
I felt that I had rested yet I felt that I had been brutally beaten. Very odd sensation.
Words seem to resound themselves in my head. Voices echo themselves over and over.
"Has anyone ever written anything for you?" "Has you ever been loved without being asked for it back?'
"It is your body that I want not your heart" Odd mixture of words. Confusing my senses.
I am riding through the desert heat. My skin is dry, peeling, and very red. My lips are cracked. Yet, there are many miles to go before I could stop.
All of this was being stirred in my mind throughout the night. The fullness of the moon washed it's light through my bedroom's window. Breeze was soft and gentle coming through the slight crack of the window. My skin looked pale and my eyes seemed an eerie washed blankness. My stomach grumbled from hunger. My heart beat thunderously. My pulse has rocketed.
Yes, this is my death.
Yes, this is only my dream.
Yes, this is only my nightmare.
Once again I have fallen into a deep slumber, but will awaken this time at all?
Everything seemed so vivid that I was unsure what exactly the begining begun and the end had ended.
The was a mixture of pleasure and surely plenty of pain .
I felt that I had rested yet I felt that I had been brutally beaten. Very odd sensation.
Words seem to resound themselves in my head. Voices echo themselves over and over.
"Has anyone ever written anything for you?" "Has you ever been loved without being asked for it back?'
"It is your body that I want not your heart" Odd mixture of words. Confusing my senses.
I am riding through the desert heat. My skin is dry, peeling, and very red. My lips are cracked. Yet, there are many miles to go before I could stop.
All of this was being stirred in my mind throughout the night. The fullness of the moon washed it's light through my bedroom's window. Breeze was soft and gentle coming through the slight crack of the window. My skin looked pale and my eyes seemed an eerie washed blankness. My stomach grumbled from hunger. My heart beat thunderously. My pulse has rocketed.
Yes, this is my death.
Yes, this is only my dream.
Yes, this is only my nightmare.
Once again I have fallen into a deep slumber, but will awaken this time at all?
Mine are never themed, just a jungle of thoughts that become a carousel of sleeplessness that will go on for weeks!