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Here I am again. Waking, moving, thinking, and speaking, Loving, seeking, hoping, and dreaming. How did I get here? I thought one escapes in evening Yet, tonight I am still here, But as always I am sleeping. Turn off the light Pause the music of time, And worlds unfold beneath my eyes. I feel them as if they were pressing upon my skin. I taste them as if they coated my tongue. I see them as if they are inches ahead of me. I know them as real and not, But real, and not? Then morning. Here I am again. Waking, moving, thinking, and speaking, Loving, seeking, hoping and breathing. I was there. But where? Not really here, nor there. But somewhere. Where I am now? Here. Again. And again.
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Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 7:28 AM UTC
sarah-richardson
Lucid Dreams
Here I am again. Waking, moving, thinking, and speaking, Loving, seeking, hoping, and dreaming. How did I get here? I thought one escapes in evening Yet, tonight I am still here, But as always I am sleeping. Turn off the light Pause the music of time, And worlds unfold beneath my eyes. I feel them as if they were pressing upon my skin. I taste them as if they coated my tongue. I see them as if they are inches ahead of me. I know them as real and not, But real, and not? Then morning. Here I am again. Waking, moving, thinking, and speaking, Loving, seeking, hoping and breathing. I was there. But where? Not really here, nor there. But somewhere. Where I am now? Here. Again. And again.
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