In the dark; dreams light my way
“Follow your dreams”. A little voice tells me
Like Alice… I am going down the rabbit hole
Running and chasing and fighting my way to… dream on
In the in-between; perfected symmetry
Visions and mimicry of the real
And when I awake; I watch my memories like a theatre in the mind
An intimate study of the self; subconscious
Rules no longer exist and fantasy always persists.
I visit my subconscious on a regular basis
An old friend and an old familiar world
This word is I
I think?
And I wonder who am I as I awaken…
Awakening thankful
Talking to it like…
“Thank you for taking me back to my world.
I missed you so much; all of my dreams.
All of my world and all of my thought.
It was beautiful to catch up.
Amoungst the graffiti and waterfalls.
I can never grow bored of you”.
But who are you Nina?
Who are you?
Are you my soul as I stare into this reflection?
Are you something else?
Are you a reflection of me?
Or of this earth.
Guess I’ll never know.
Nina
I have no choice in the matter fact the latter
I’ll do it later; awaiting patiently; the disdain’d her
I kill blood spill for my retainer – disclaimer
I left a tip for the waiter on a tip of my tip of inspiration
So thankfully anxiously lifted up my sanctity
Manically running on fragile ice and its crackling
Cackling like a hyena; a mind reader
Couldn’t even define a rhyming reason
Laughing at my train of thought; insane I thought
When that train went off the rail and what not.
-Nina
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