last week i started a dream journal, so that i can keep records of things that happened in my sleep. and so that i can be able to re-create them again.

he

carried

the words he can't pronounce

words sharp as glass are clinging

 heart pounding so fast. it's beating

shadows creeping and no one wonders why

moon smiling crookedly

       falling. i am falling....

where i'm from freedom of expression is considered insulting, attention seeking and wrong in so many level.

She woke up

in the wrong side of bed again
Everything

inside her head 
became gray  

     

i heard a sad piano playing and thought of you last night

but all i got was tired eyes and bed bug bites

SoKothecat

i feel dreamy and a little bit eerie

"i love you" she said

"my love for you is deeper than the sole of my feet."

she blinked her eyes and opened her thoughts
"do you hear me? burn my words."

"she"

"who's she?"

"a stranger in my dream"

"she's sad"

"how come?"

"she forgot how to dream."

today she forgot how to dream. the keys to her piano was silent, just like her eyes. she spoke gloomy words and she gave people crooked smile. she waits for tomorrow, to start dreaming again.

  

we had a dream that we would always be best friends.

- ginger and rosa -

she had lips the color of fallen leaves, her eyes were bluer than moonlight, her hair were braided like she was as of bohemic. she was sad.

she was the sea and he was the sky. sometimes they talk. they're different yet they fell in love. the sea whispered and the sky hushed. she took the wave and he took the storm. they were afraid.

once i dreamt of the sea

pretty skies, lovely sight as i see

how the wind felt on my shoulder 

beauty in the eye of the beholder

it's like forgetting the words to your favorite song

you can't believe it you were always singing along

it was so easy and the words so sweet 

you can't remember you try to feel the beat

  - eet -

i have always been an indoor kind of person, but don't get me wrong the outdoors is good and all but i'm never used to it. the fact that going out and starting a conversation with people is something i can never really handle. i can never start a conversation. it's just that i'm so used to being inside i forgot how to properly communicate with the people outside.

my head was filled with thoughts as i woke up this morning. the pillow marks on my cheeks were still visible.

born across from you

proud sleepless child

i spent the whole week watching shameless season 1 - 4

don't go say you'll stay

spend the lazy sunday

in my arms don't take

anything away