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Dreams

Dreams.

Dreams are strange.

A combination of fantasy, reality, fear, and truth, that dances on the line between sanity and insanity.

Dreams show us our deepest desires and our greatest trepidations.

They create a feeling that we spend our whole lives chasing.

Sometimes we forget our dreams.

Sometimes we don't dream at all.

But if you don't dream, then you can never truly be awake.

Every now and then, the line between living and dreaming gets blurred.

And it creates a world of in-between.

That's where I exist.

Never really awake.

Never really asleep.

One minute, I'm soaring over pine trees in the rain,

The next minute I'm crashing down and everyone I love lies dead beside me.

I can't escape.

Reality is gone and a distorted mess of my head is all I have.

I never thought I'd hate four walls so much.

I'm wearing blue socks tonight.

But there will be no trace of them in my memory tomorrow.

Brilliance is hard to come across.

And I've figured out why.

Because with brilliance comes a plague.

A plague of the mind.

Heart.

And soul.

A plague that feasts on existence.

Which is why I'm here.

In this perpetual in-between.

So tonight I tie a string around my wrist.

I triple knot it.

That way, when I wake,

I'll know.

That my prison of in-between can never quite destroy me.