lost dreams (Remove filter)
just couldn't be
i wake up from the dream with a distinct unease,
everything couldn't simply be the way it ought to be
like a dream vacation
without a room reservation
like a sinking cruise line
with flooding waters rising as i catch my last breath
like hailing a taxi
but it rides off before i could ever reach it
slipping through my fingers
the dreams that couldn't po...
Tuesday 16th February 2021 3:13 pm
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