Monday, 14 August 2017

The past is a ghost, the future a dream and all I ever have is now...

I've the same dream every night. It’s as if my life is thrown up into the air and all the pieces are sent down... back to front and inside out. All part of my life and yet in the wrong order, the view fragmented. 
People say that dreams are important and they tell you something, something that you are hiding from yourself. I'm hiding nothing from myself. I only wish I could. I go to sleep to forget. To find some peace, because I spend the whole day remembering....

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