Dreaming of Tomorrow
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This is my "mind by Month"..Follow the links below to access the Pollution of the Mind by corresponding months..-is not responsible for any despondance, suicidal tendencies, or unadulterated anger that may come hence from these pages-
Dreaming of Tomorrow |
I sleep with half-lidded eyes. Was i ever awake? Was i ever really asleep? I dream of a reality far different from the one that's left the carbon monoxide taste in my throat. Or was that really the nightmare, Grasping me by my clammy brow and spewing it's black bile into my mind? It seems unlikely that such a macabe perversion of humanity could be anything but brutal realism. It saddens me. It saddens me to the point of forced sleep. I don't want to gulp ice water into my lungs, and burn my opticals on waking into this world anymore. Not when i have the sweetest dreams. The dreams that i have. The dreams that i have carry me, sustain me. Nightly i grow fresh hope to pack into my pockets. Daily this hope is soured in the putrid air, and rotted with the festering stink of this world.
My panic grows. i can't wake up. Sleep as escapism. I've escaped too far. I'm lost. I search for that familiar glow. The tendrils of reality..but there is nothing. Bleak reality, harsh realism..i crave it. I want the world that i so hate again. I can't wake up. Can't wake up, can't wake up, can't wake...
I walked outside tonight. It was cold..misty..the annoying chatter of my group scraped my eardrums like a fork on a dinner plate..briefly, i thought of him. And i was ashamed for it..but i missed him. I was told what a stupid idea it would be..to see him again. But i craved his flesh, his scent.