Dream II

When the night forecast is dull 

and it gets interrupted

I grind my teeth

Infinite stars to swallow.

Insomnia, unfamiliar sounds, 

stuffed nose...

the most bannal things of human 

existence.

It assaults my soul, makes the obvious 

unrelatable 

unapproachable, so damn faulty. 

Dreams of mountain ranges raging

Of a bad collage of memories

At night a bulldozer. 

Or it is me?

It doesn't discriminate. 

it does not discriminate.

~•~

Read Dream I here