The dreamer asked “Why go on dreaming in a false world where nothing but reality exist?”
“You, he said, are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.”
Beneath the surface of desire
the dreamer cry.
Stuck between sight and dreams
For nothing at all was the way it seemed.
Once lost in space where time didn’t exist.
Now rushed with every second the clock ticked.
And Moments of forever disappeared in the end.
Reality was the only poison to the dreamer’s dreams. And Fear never existed until then.
