I have always found nightmares spectacularly beautiful
and beautiful dreams spectacularly nightmarish.
For when one is awoken by images of
blood plummeting from the heavens.
They are completely grateful,
if only for a nanosecond.
To be conscious.
Alive in a world where the worst thing to come from the clouds
Are chemical drops. Subtle reminders of brief existences.
When one is awoken by images of
Their own unique idea of heaven.
They are completely disenchanted,
if only for a nanosecond.
By their own consciousness.
Alive in a world where there is an explanation for everything
Under the sun. Subtle reminders of never ending tick-tocks.
While awake we are mechanical beings.
Our freewill existing solely in slumber.
Jun 23, 2011
Jun 23, 2011 at 7:27 PM UTC
I have always found nightmares spectacularly beautiful
and beautiful dreams spectacularly nightmarish.
For when one is awoken by images of
blood plummeting from the heavens.
They are completely grateful,
if only for a nanosecond.
To be conscious.
Alive in a world where the worst thing to come from the clouds
Are chemical drops. Subtle reminders of brief existences.
When one is awoken by images of
Their own unique idea of heaven.
They are completely disenchanted,
if only for a nanosecond.
By their own consciousness.
Alive in a world where there is an explanation for everything
Under the sun. Subtle reminders of never ending tick-tocks.
While awake we are mechanical beings.
Our freewill existing solely in slumber.
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