my labyrinth of dreams
The time before visions begin lies the subconscious telling that possibly the best thing would be to cease waking. The heart and mind forms the antidote to time and space... dreams are where I feel I should be, my labyrinth, my home.
Strangers walk into the spotlight as invited as the rain. Take control and leave leaving substance cleansed of virtue. Blue traces of black and red. Infliction is not an option and suffering is the order of life.
Feeling to see is failing to act. Secondary visuals often stem from cause and effect, a little too late consequentially. Opinionated expectations vary greatly from outcomes prepared in advance. No one ever learns, just follow the blackhole back to the safety of fear.
Free-falling..... is the greatest joy of flying. No boundaries but those set by gravity. Limitations are fingers before a face, checking for signs of humanity. Liquidized diamonds in the eyes taken over by cubic zirconia or even moissanites, reflecting impurities of desolation.
Specialists are but pretentious attempts to clarify flaws and blemishes. Polishing, promising, pledging their undying allegiance to preserve the constitutional right to proclaim adoration. As much as it makes sense that mere requests for forgiveness should evaporate all sufferings of compassion.
My labyrinth of dreams bequeaths the sanctuary of promise, removing any adulterations provisioned by the world. In this emancipated domain of dreams, I am the flavor of my impression.
Dreams are my labyrinths, my eternal and lavishly humble abode.
Strangers walk into the spotlight as invited as the rain. Take control and leave leaving substance cleansed of virtue. Blue traces of black and red. Infliction is not an option and suffering is the order of life.
Feeling to see is failing to act. Secondary visuals often stem from cause and effect, a little too late consequentially. Opinionated expectations vary greatly from outcomes prepared in advance. No one ever learns, just follow the blackhole back to the safety of fear.
Free-falling..... is the greatest joy of flying. No boundaries but those set by gravity. Limitations are fingers before a face, checking for signs of humanity. Liquidized diamonds in the eyes taken over by cubic zirconia or even moissanites, reflecting impurities of desolation.
Specialists are but pretentious attempts to clarify flaws and blemishes. Polishing, promising, pledging their undying allegiance to preserve the constitutional right to proclaim adoration. As much as it makes sense that mere requests for forgiveness should evaporate all sufferings of compassion.
My labyrinth of dreams bequeaths the sanctuary of promise, removing any adulterations provisioned by the world. In this emancipated domain of dreams, I am the flavor of my impression.
Dreams are my labyrinths, my eternal and lavishly humble abode.
posted by delusion of dreams @ 9:54 PM
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