i dream again: vortexes, flight, otherworldly things. escaping and running and flying, seeing and feeling and wondering, these are the things my dreams are made of. to wake shaking with exhaustion and sweat and fear; to touch the consciousness of others, human and naught. those are the end result.
a dream is a strange thing. it's tough to know what exactly it is. a foray into the sub conscience or a trip beyond waking perceptions. either way it yields interesting results. ones that shouldn't be ignored.
that i thought i could escape... that i thought i'd want to...
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You have an amazing mind; I had no idea. I'm blown away and speechless. You should definitely keep writing.
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