Sleep is apparently
considered one of the best things that happen to people every day. Mostly the
only good thing that happens on a bad day, a necessity for a bad day though. It’s
such a wonderful helping hand getting you to momentarily skip the funny sad
reality. Then bad dreams happen. And you happen, just like a love scene from
one of those daunting nightmares. You throw your words and love around, like a
game of paint ball. Hitting me with colorful fictions. So bright, so amusing
shuts my eyes to see everything around. You blind me, so do your apparent commitments.
Did you know, everything she
did had you at the back of her head. Cover yourself with guilt and plead. ‘Cause
maybe that’s all you’ve got left.
Dreaming about more than you. Dreaming of me
and vivid triumphs. Of being loved, of painting the world with my pure
imagination, of spilling words out of me for everyone to see and relate and
realize that how life is such a gift. Top it with glitter and ribbon’s, be a
happy soul cause no one else is going to come and color your life pages but you
with the right colors, better than anyone else.
Play your music loud, scream
out the part you remember, paint, jump, collect memories and pieces of yourself
you let lose in process of getting to catch hold of something you wanted to be
yours.
Don’t get caught up, tangled
in chains of harsh existing people, ‘cause eventually fake aches and true
people shine. Be your own shining star, bright in this world. Live every
moment, because you don’t get to put everything on rewind.
-Alittledreamlover
-Alittledreamlover
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