Sunday, April 5, 2009

Twisted sleep

Close my eyes and lye me down
Falling into tormented slumber

A world appears around me
Built up brick by brick
Each fine line and intricate detail take shape, surround by thick black lines

I’m taken to a world where things are never as they seem
A twisted reality, fashioned from fears, hopes, desires and needs

Its dark, this manic fairytale
Harsh stories and strong ambitions
I find myself playing a character that could be me?

I’m sick with happiness
Navigating through demented romance.

Thinking clearly I have no conscious
I do not speak
My words transform to action, taking leaps and bounds to find what I am searching for

What’s in fact is searching for me


Christine said...

Dreams are powerful.
I love it when it goes so deep, and strange.

Carrie Amie said...

Dreams like these have so many hidden meanings, if only you choose to search for them.