This comes as no surprise- what finds us in our nights- expierences measured then skewed- delicates in the details- wakes us to distorted clues- This flash in the pan- these shadowns in stories- what was I supposed to understand- what meaning comes to mind- What a strange life- delievering messages- I struggle to define-
Reason for writing:
Dreams are elusive and never conclusive. I don't care what Freud said.
Birth sign: Libra
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