Sleeping. It's my favorite thing to do, helps me forget about what life is like without you. It helps me relax, stop thinking, stop worrying, and just rest. It brings peace and calmness inside my head that is usually clouded with hues of grey and neon.
I dreamt of you today. Another one, in a week. I didn't want to wake up, because dreams with you feels a whole lot better than to be awake without you. Dreaming about you and me together again, dreaming about you apologizing, dreaming about you saying leaving us was the worst thing you've ever done. Dreaming about how you regret choosing someone else over me. Dreaming about your lips, your skin, your eyes, your smile.
I didn't want to wake up. I was holding on to sleep, despite the clang of my clock. I tried to fall asleep again, tried to bring back the dream in my head.
It felt so real.
Because at one point, it is real.
But love is a dream. Even though you try your best to remember, to hold on, to do it all again; sometimes you just forget, forget the vivid details, forget the storyline. It disappears to the back of your head.
Until it comes knocking, and you start over again.
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A Moment In Time
PoetryA collection of poetry, excerpts, thoughts, memories, proses, narratives and shorts dedicated to my favorite moment in time. Break ups are a hell of a fight. A fight between you, your thoughts and the world around you. I've decided to put into word...
