I did dream of you, you know, after all, after all this time. I dreamt I was as kind to you as you were to me, when we were both awake.
Were you in a dream then, or were you a dream? Are you in this dream? Are we dreaming?
We were the ones wandering, why did we sell all our dreams to those vagrants by the river? And in exchange for what? A story we never made.
I know, you dreamed of letting me dream along with you, but I wasn't the one who had put you to sleep. I am not the one who did that.
Here we speak the same language, so we can dance. Just don't turn around. But that's alright, the way back is way too ruined.
And that's alright too, you won't be going back anyhow.
You have already died in this dream.
Published on
March 21, 2017 13:55
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mayhem, moon