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Like a sinful seduction, I slip off the edge of sleep, my eyes are drawn to the darkest shadows of my room... kinetically searching... I seem to penetrate them, my mind breathes life into them, they begin to stir and morph into the preludes to my peculiar dreams, bizarre at first until inevitably familiar, as if I had lived them indefinite times in the past... and infinite times in the future... remembering... becoming... unfiltered and unaffected... my subconscious is my truth, awakened by my dreams. I long to remain lost in this ethereal bliss.
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 8:51 AM UTC
Ethereal Bliss
Like a sinful seduction, I slip off the edge of sleep, my eyes are drawn to the darkest shadows of my room... kinetically searching... I seem to penetrate them, my mind breathes life into them, they begin to stir and morph into the preludes to my peculiar dreams, bizarre at first until inevitably familiar, as if I had lived them indefinite times in the past... and infinite times in the future... remembering... becoming... unfiltered and unaffected... my subconscious is my truth, awakened by my dreams. I long to remain lost in this ethereal bliss.
louvaughn
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 8:51 AM UTC
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