The Dream You Dream Of

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Senses are delusional thing.
Isn't it weird that you could feel
to understand your-very-own-self better just when you shut your senses?

It is that one time when your eyes were wide open,
all ready for adventure,
but the world seems so bright,
so bright that the light could illuminate through your retina,
reflect on your skin, left you naked,
...
and at that very time you see yourself.
Naked.

Confused,
and  ashamed,
so ashamed that you got frightened.

Frightened of what you see is not what you thought,

of chances you miss, of hope you fail to reach,
of all things you couldn't bare too see and you know nothing of.

Then you shut your lid.
It was all dark but it was not,
glittering butterflies,
swimming free and sprinkling peace,
then you realize
it was the dark who gave you peace when you thought of fears.

Oh and your ears,
devouring lies and promises,
then the snail vomit
green-brown, sticky disgusting liquid.

So you put the plug,
and here come the mad sounds,
buzzing sounds to put you sleep,
the ignored beat, a rhythm you miss.

Inhaling venom,

chewing avarice,

kissing lust.

Sick.

and when was the last time you feel this better?

and when was the last time you hug yourself so tender?


And maybe, the truth is

you really could understand,
yourself, your own thought,
better when you shut your senses.

It is all delusional, nonsensical, mythical creature lingering.
You let everything go and you fall for nothingness.
Until you turn to one,
and you lost but you are not.

Maybe it is dream was all about.
Or maybe not.



Dyon
2015.