I’m running faster
Senses heightened, I move on
Until I cannot.
Dreams, while we move through them and experience a feeling, a life, a time gone by.
Do we see and feel them they way we relive them while awake? Are we in fact changing the narrative to fit the waking world? Or maybe were trying to construct the world we wish could be. A daunting task either way, one that always and without fail reaches an inevitable ending. For now, with the days melancholy kiss, I decide to relive and find solace in one where there remains a peace scented sweetly, blissfully, blindingly, and comforting.