...in dreams....
twisted sheets and a curled body turning as my mind recalls false memory seeming only for revenge. As if I traversed some mental cavern and attempted to deny thoughts left unsettled. Vicious is the mind that does betray its owner to past images of happiness, that upon their recollection cause nothing but anger and sadness. Free me from your grasp, time that is no longer. Yearn not for the faded pages, but revel in the newly written script of the present. Dance with the writers hand as it traverses the fresh empty white of now. I am, and i was, and while i have grown, I am changed and will ever change. Why does a heart and mind not rest and let the pages of the past settle, their ink dry and paper yellow?
twisted sheets and a curled body turning as my mind recalls false memory seeming only for revenge. As if I traversed some mental cavern and attempted to deny thoughts left unsettled. Vicious is the mind that does betray its owner to past images of happiness, that upon their recollection cause nothing but anger and sadness. Free me from your grasp, time that is no longer. Yearn not for the faded pages, but revel in the newly written script of the present. Dance with the writers hand as it traverses the fresh empty white of now. I am, and i was, and while i have grown, I am changed and will ever change. Why does a heart and mind not rest and let the pages of the past settle, their ink dry and paper yellow?