Come, sleep.
Join me in the stillness
that is life after
death

Let your flesh
rest easy in the
place it will be
buried

And let your soul
wander in the
place it will
awaken

There is no need to
worry anymore for
your mind will be
free

Just take my hand and follow
me to the place
that is
**paradise

Dreams are like people,

cloaked in darkness,

and hiding behind

fragile masks.



In other words,

they are a reflection

of our secret thoughts and

inner selves.



And not just in the

dreams, but in the

nightmares

too



do we find our deepest

sadness, fear,

and even

desires lurking in the dark.



But even now,

for some unexplainable

reason,

I like the darkness.



There's something

unspoken about the

danger, the quiet,

the cold.



Something terrifyingly beautiful,

almost like

death,

but then again...



When the dreamer

dies,

*what happens to the

dream?

all of these people are coming around
glancing away and trying not to laugh at ya
but you push your glasses up the bridge of your nose
and say:

*" bears. beets. battlestar gallactica. "