I often think about dreaming
I long for the embrace of semiconsciousness
Semi-madness
Hallucinations
Perhaps even nightmares
The simple fact that they do not exist
Comforts me when I am
Fighting off monsters in the dead of night
And falling exponentially upwards
I cannot really see those eyes
I cannot really feel that blade or
Hear those voices
I am at peace within even the most terrifying of dreams
Because they are not real
What is real, what is horrific
Is the real world
Real events and tragedies
Real monsters
Real wars
And that is why I often think about dreaming
longing for something of lesser substance
A world where I reach out
Yet cannot touch
-A.Txox
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