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Wonders of the Universe
The dream was me in forensic study of rust and carbon burn.
Someone, my cousin, I have no idea how he showed up there,
but he threw a match on the truck that I was studying,
It quickly caught flames and we ran, we knew it was going to blow,
and it did. I went back into the bellowing flames to save someone,
scary part is, is that I only came back out with his hand, except that his hand was holding his arm.
Published 9th Apr 2016
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9th Apr 2016 3:46pm
...I dream of building language like math to form formulas for the sounds of life....
9th Apr 2016 11:14pm
10th Apr 2016 00:44am
10th Apr 2016 8:23am
Sometimes we have to sacrifice in the immediate necessity ... there is no shame in this - tragedy has no prejudice. Reaching for the past, though, has painful consequences, as you point out here :)
I love the analogy, not sure if this is what you meant, but I love how it applies in my life right now <3
I love the analogy, not sure if this is what you meant, but I love how it applies in my life right now <3
10th Apr 2016 1:16pm
I write out my dreams when they're intriguing, just to write something. Its really old and so I can't remember it in my mind's eye anymore. When I pull them from my notebook, it always seems I'm laying there talking on the psychiatrist's couch. I don't know what they mean but I love to analyze them. I'm so glad it clicks.:)
