Sometimes just sentences don't summarise what the heart goes through. Sometimes our thoughts spill over threatening to cut loose. For you, it may be a storm in a teacup. But for me, my cup of tea is at the centre of a storm. And these swirling thoughts leave their mark here.
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The second part to my dream journal.
Capturing the dreams I have
Trigger warning; some dreams are graphic, traumatic or mature.
*none of these are real life scenarios, these are all my real dreams*