It is the cruelest thing to fall in love in a dream.
In the dream-in-between you can meet anyone; fall in love with anything.
It is suspended reality
The sweetest relief.
A nebulous stage for the mind to straighten out the kinks in our threaded thoughts.
Reaching out toward people who are there, but were never there.
Who loves you now; though they don't know you.
Dreams are cruel
Within them, you never know who or what you meet.
Love in dreams is a heightened production of reality.
It is more and less than what we can really have.
It ruins us.
It spurs us on.
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Of Books and Angel Wings
PoetryThese words were written in anger and in sadness and in love. A collection of odds and ends poems who didn't have a home, but now they do. Mariah M. Gilmore Poetry Collection. All rights belong to me.
