I always ask myself:
-Why don’t I dream??
Or at least why don’t I remember,
This vital part of creation,
So cherished by others,
Alleviating their troubles,
Or even processing them,
Is missing for me.
I feel as if it was stolen from me,
A vital piece of my mind,
Ripped out so violently.
It’s not as if it was never there,
I can feel it missing,
All I ask is why?
Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 2:57 PM UTC
I always ask myself:
-Why don’t I dream??
Or at least why don’t I remember,
This vital part of creation,
So cherished by others,
Alleviating their troubles,
Or even processing them,
Is missing for me.
I feel as if it was stolen from me,
A vital piece of my mind,
Ripped out so violently.
It’s not as if it was never there,
I can feel it missing,
All I ask is why?