Poetical

Pillow Talk

I bared my mind to the moon last night

I asked him to examine my inner thoughts at the darkest hour

I asked him to redesign my imagined existence

I asked him for another scenario

"They are only so many scripts I can choose from... why this one?" I spat out

The moon stood still for a while then spoke up

"It is the one you and I agreed upon"

"You wished to experience life through a different dimension" he whispered

"I didn't pick this particular life of misery" I cried out again looking up at the dark sky

The wind blew left and right then I heard him say

"We have had this conversation under millennia of dimensions, don't you remember?" The moon whisper-asked me 

"This is not what I thought this life would turn out to be again" I whispered to myself

"Just hand on and see yourself through this one" he blew out slowly

"What do I need to see through?" I asked him perplexed

"The key to making your way to yourself"

"And what happens with this key? I asked him

"You will be home" he answered

"How will I know when I am home?"I asked

"The way to your true home will be made unobstructed when you find your truth"

"So where am I?" I asked again

The moon shone brighter and brighter and said

"You are but flowing through an infinite stream of dreams "