Runs With River of Woe
I dream dreams that are not really dreams. They are
chemical messages my brain is passing to me, they are
substance of the fairy-stuff of my mind.
I dream dreams that make me mourn.
I dream dreams that I awaken from grasping back at them not
wanting to let go. I always awaken in the middle of or at
the end of my dream. I remember all my dreams. I remember
the taste and the texture and the emotion of the dreams,
they are the ghosts that walk with me.
I wait to know the meanings of the dreams, the
unexplainable. Why I always dream of aliens after we've
made love. Why the dream I always awaken from are dreams of
making love. Why sometimes I dream about the act of falling
I wait to know the meaning of everything. And I bide my
time. Not everything is for me to know right now.
But I want to know why I feel this ache in my stomach when