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In the dream I woke up in bed, staring at the ceiling.
It has a crack in it, one that I make bigger by pulling at the edges.
Then I see it, the light fills my room from a crack in the roof.
The hole smiles at me, it's eyes and mouth look somehow sinister.
A crack in the attic roof in the shape of a smile.
My perspective moves back and forth.
The hole stays but the room changes.
From walls filled with insulation, wires showing,
To fresh white and blue, pillars and all.
It somehow got larger too, but so did the bad feeling that was accompanied with it.
Then I woke up, my sense of reality skewed.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
