In the quiet of night, my thoughts take flight,
Illuminating the unusual, far from sight.
Dreams hold depths beyond our grasp,
Leading us away from reality's harsh clasp.
As a child with dreams so grand,
Struggling against circumstances that stand.
Lost in fantasies, a healing balm,
Mending wounds, leaving scars calm.
Yearning for dreams to come alive,
Blurring lines between truth and strive.
No more suffering, just a fantasy,
Where all dreams bloom, wild and free.
Thinking of what if...
We all just think of something, and that something turns into real. We don't have to suffer, but to think and imagine a lot of things.
Like, Isn't that fun?, we don't have to be anxious but to dream big. Yet in this world with full of mysteries and scary myths we just need to think and imagine to be freed.
-Littlepsychefries
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Every words I Said In My Head
PoesiaThey said that being lost was okay until you search for your own way, have your own thoughts on things that most people disagrees, and for fact that things wouldn't go exactly as we wish. Being left, failed and lost so many times was miserable, yet...
