I hate waking up from vivid dreams.
The reality within the fiction is often so much more pleasant than the world in front of your closed eyelids. Within that fiction comes a certain freedom; where what is never said or done can be expressed in great clarity.
Often the world is prettier in dreams. The touch of a lover feels warmer and his scent could never be more aromatic. When you dance across a room, you can feel the world move around you.
And if perchance, you look outside and see the stars; they shine and twinkle much more than the meagre silver things that freckle the sky in the real world.
Sadly, we cannot dream forever. The alarm blares and the new day begins. And reality tears blissful fiction apart. With the laceration of that fiction comes a substitute that cannot be defeated. The substitute can be seen everywhere at any given time of the day; death, struggle, loss, humiliation, sickness, torture and the suffering of the world.
It is a dark place the world beyond the eyelids. Many beautiful things, but much darkness comes with this too. We are doomed to experience both the tragedies and comedies in life, and I suppose we must make the most of both performances.
But in all honesty, admit to yourself that you would live within the fictional world of your own dreams rather than wake up and face reality; where dreams only come true through means that aren't magical.
So I suppose that if you have the audacity to break into my bedroom,
You'll at least have the decency to sing me to sleep and dance with me in my dreams.
The reality within the fiction is often so much more pleasant than the world in front of your closed eyelids. Within that fiction comes a certain freedom; where what is never said or done can be expressed in great clarity.
Often the world is prettier in dreams. The touch of a lover feels warmer and his scent could never be more aromatic. When you dance across a room, you can feel the world move around you.
And if perchance, you look outside and see the stars; they shine and twinkle much more than the meagre silver things that freckle the sky in the real world.
Sadly, we cannot dream forever. The alarm blares and the new day begins. And reality tears blissful fiction apart. With the laceration of that fiction comes a substitute that cannot be defeated. The substitute can be seen everywhere at any given time of the day; death, struggle, loss, humiliation, sickness, torture and the suffering of the world.
It is a dark place the world beyond the eyelids. Many beautiful things, but much darkness comes with this too. We are doomed to experience both the tragedies and comedies in life, and I suppose we must make the most of both performances.
But in all honesty, admit to yourself that you would live within the fictional world of your own dreams rather than wake up and face reality; where dreams only come true through means that aren't magical.
So I suppose that if you have the audacity to break into my bedroom,
You'll at least have the decency to sing me to sleep and dance with me in my dreams.
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