From Last Night
I was dreaming of shouting my frustration
In complete wilderness with strong hits from the cold wind, which was a sign of incoming rain.
I could feel it, the realness of my emotion. My frustration.
I was trully dreaming of voicing out my frustration however I was hesitant to make it out in the open.
I was hoping I could do it somewhere in the present.
One unconscious night, the perfect place came by.
I was so lucidly happy...
I did run, loudly shouted, and cried.
But it was just a dream- from last night.
I still dream of it. I wish I could do it for real.
DU LIEST GERADE
A Roadtrip In Mind
PoesieThis is a work of POETRY. Take a step on the road of "how i see EVERYTHING." Beware of the mispelled words, wrong grammar and/or diction. Thanks!
