Dreams & Nightmares Molded in Clay
... So its a new day, full of surprises and the great unknown. Yet I'm tired and want to go back to sleep. I had a dream last night that scared the shit out of me, but when I woke up I had a smile on my face. Weird! I have not been feeling myself lately, not in the least. I sometimes wish I could be a different person that nobody knew and understood. Then I realize that I wouldn't know what to do, or who to call. I found myself staring at a television screen last night, looking at all the colors, thinking to myself how bad I wanted to be there. Although, I have no clue what I was watching. I have been so hungry and all I want to do is eat, but my tooth is killing me and I haven't eaten in days. I am lost and confused, carrying a false smile just to make the passers by not have to worry. Inside I still cry. It's cold and lonely in the dark, but oh so comfortable. I have been here before, they know me here, and Im president of their little club. I am a King in my own mind. Self medicating is no fun when you come back down to reality, only to realize that the medication you were taking had been long expired.
... What is true happiness? Where is that place you wish to live forever? Who is that person you wish to share that time with? I think for me it would be under the harvest moon, listening to Led Zeppelins "Rain Song" laying on my back staring at the stars, at that exact moment right before I fall asleep. It is only in that moment where you question if you are dreaming or really awake. I lay in bed at night hoping that this moment could last forever, and then I fall asleep only to dream of serpents and drowning over and over again. I used to dream of nothing but happy thoughts, now I dream through a scattered heart. I still dream. I guess I am alive, even if I feel empty inside. I guess I am alive.
Seeya Later Chickens
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Tattooed N Screwed Superstar
... So its a new day, full of surprises and the great unknown. Yet I'm tired and want to go back to sleep. I had a dream last night that scared the shit out of me, but when I woke up I had a smile on my face. Weird! I have not been feeling myself lately, not in the least. I sometimes wish I could be a different person that nobody knew and understood. Then I realize that I wouldn't know what to do, or who to call. I found myself staring at a television screen last night, looking at all the colors, thinking to myself how bad I wanted to be there. Although, I have no clue what I was watching. I have been so hungry and all I want to do is eat, but my tooth is killing me and I haven't eaten in days. I am lost and confused, carrying a false smile just to make the passers by not have to worry. Inside I still cry. It's cold and lonely in the dark, but oh so comfortable. I have been here before, they know me here, and Im president of their little club. I am a King in my own mind. Self medicating is no fun when you come back down to reality, only to realize that the medication you were taking had been long expired.
... What is true happiness? Where is that place you wish to live forever? Who is that person you wish to share that time with? I think for me it would be under the harvest moon, listening to Led Zeppelins "Rain Song" laying on my back staring at the stars, at that exact moment right before I fall asleep. It is only in that moment where you question if you are dreaming or really awake. I lay in bed at night hoping that this moment could last forever, and then I fall asleep only to dream of serpents and drowning over and over again. I used to dream of nothing but happy thoughts, now I dream through a scattered heart. I still dream. I guess I am alive, even if I feel empty inside. I guess I am alive.
Seeya Later Chickens

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Tattooed N Screwed Superstar
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I have been having scary dreams about relatives dying and being in the house of 1000 corpses.
I don't know what happened to my happy dreams I used to have. I find happiness lately cuddled up with book that holds my interest, seeing my little gal laugh, and people watching and making up stories about them. cliche and/or boring I suppose.