My dreams
pass through me
each moment
flicker like a
rolling film,
the teal
seems to
contrast
with the other
colours.

In them I hear
tales of untold
success,
I hear
wedding bells
and a bride
giggling
along with the
sound of a rustling
dress
as it sweeps
the floor.

I see
the sun through
a crack
in the blinds,
I see
a cup of coffee
on a tabletop
that has been
washed and wiped
so many times
that the patterns
start to fade.

I feel
relentlessly motivated
yet
confused as to
which reality
I might want to live.
A world
I captured in
my mind,
where nothing
is patched together
properly,
the smells don't
correspond with the
sounds,
the sights don't
echo the
other senses,
so do I live
in a blinded mind's
fantasised fiction
pieced together
like stitches
in a dress
or in reality
where everything
is as it is
and
I can be certain
of what is
happening.