Wednesday, July 28, 2004

may 19 1999

Wild dreams,
cascading colors.
All around me,
Like a trip,
I can't come back from.

Dreams take over my life,
confuse my being,
lost in a world of weirdness.
The weirdness of dreams,
the vivid feel of them.
Night,
after night.
How strange,
I don't know what they mean!

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