Posted in New Work, Poetry, Random

Becoming Dreams

​laying here with my thoughts, 

they never let me sleep.

so now I lust after my dreams –

And as I disregard them,

they increase in volume and intensity,

forcing their wills and whims 

into my conscious moments…

my mind in a great harmonious divide –

as rooted in synchronicity 

as it is at odds with itself. 

a twin soul with no body…

Are dreams manifestations of thought, 

or is thought distorted reality?

Maybe they’re only so vastly different 

because they’re so remarkably similar.

Logic’s a lonely land;

No one likes to visit the place where

reality is most unforgiving.

But logic is confusing

in all its order.

And imagination is ordered in all its confusion…

My thoughts keep me from sleep,

because my dreams are what they want to become.

Author:

Curating Personal Year 9. Wife and mom of 3. Writer. Zentrovert. Aspiring Engineer. Resident Badass.

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