This night has got to be over soon so I can dream I can feel one blooming too. It’s not often I slip into an unwakable dream. A white grape endued coma it seems. Lying in my bed with the world spinning around me, my greatest fantasies become reality. But I’m still on the ground, so I float to the sky so high unless you stop me from getting high, let me medicate and float away into a world where it’s only me, in the lucidness of my ill lucid dreams so colorful and vividly beautiful. The moon in vision, close enough to touch, I can feel the textures in the moon on the pours of my finger tips. Fall from the sky when it was so blue. Now that I came down I wondering how, shine upon my soul so bright, so that when I wake up tonight I may be aware that I was pulled into the moonlight and we created a shadow on earth together. It felt so real like the skin of another but dried out like leather in every detail another memory highlights in my brain
Posted on: Wed, 02 Oct 2013 01:01:17 +0000
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