The dream....

Picture by: K.G

To be searching and not finding.
To be a dream of you are capturing the moon and standing in a puddle going nowhere.

To have to operate on your vocal cords just to hear a faint scream and scream again till you are no more vocal.

To look at the ocean and see blood and then to see yourself flying over a green, green grass dreaming of a man who is your life and then reaching emptiness, emptiness. 

Flying over the coo coo’s nest

I drink a sip of water. 

It is my turn!

 I dream of a wide valley where the roses smell like roses.

There is a place where I dream of. 

It is over the horizon. I shall tie a red, red ribbon or maybe yellow around that corner close to something and then suddenly and only suddenly ....
I wake up and yes! I take a deep breath!
                                                                  p.k
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