Friday, 23 September 2011

Dreams Stroll Down the Duvet

I usually can remember my dreams really easily but since I've been here I can't remember any of them. It's not to do with me getting so drunk I can't remember the night before, I swear! Oh and that's a picture of my bed :')

No dreams
just stirring memories
flashes of images 
the dream without the story
from everything 
especially your head.

And those images 
walk along your duvet
away from your bed
as soon as your eyes open 
and you're left with nothing 
but the darkness
of the early morning 
and emptiness 
as the stories of your head 
walk away from you
their barely there footprints
leave the images 
for the mind to find.

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