i wonder if the reason why we dream is because dreams are a way of keeping someone alive. maybe it's a communication to your heart and your brain because you have consciously blocked something out, and a gentle reminder is needed to be served.

is it a coincidence that the rawest emotions are only protrayed in dreams because your brain knows you cant deal with it? or is it a silent mockery at your lack of courage, and a sadistic inner rage in you that robs you of that temporary happiness felt because you deserve some form of punishment. i wonder, too, whether they say you dream of someone because you keep thinking of that person.

i keep dreaming of forgiveness. and the peace i crave for is handed to me in those dreams. i'd like to think that i am being forgiven, and there's some kind of divine intervention, or some terrestrial communication, or telepathy being carried out here. yea, i'd really like to think it's this way.

but i know better.

because after all's been said and done, this is all it comes down too.

d.r.e.a.m.s.
i dont know which is more sad, the dreams, or the dreamer.and i dont mean sad as the opposite of happy, but sad in the pathetic form.

there are so many more words unspoken, too many questions, too little answers. we had so much, and it was gone just like that.

it's easy to point fingers, to say i took it away from myself.
i probably did. but arent we all schizos in our own idiosyncretic way.

when i pointed my finger at everyone else, what reigned wasnt the pointer. i couldnt get over the fact that my third finger was pointing right back at myself.