Haunts and Dwells



The things my mind suppresses in the day I dream when the sandman visits

Trapped in my best nightmare never to come to fruition

Where all that I love haunts and dwells

Often wishing for sleepless nights


To carry on in my waking moments proves easier then it is in my unconscious ones

Yet how often I wish for dreams..


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About Dreams

They keep us sane, I hear. Without them our psyche has no pressure release valve and sleep alone is a great restorer to the damage we do while awake. Good topic. - allets -