Blur

There is a line between what I feel and what I dream. You blur this line and bring it down crashing.
But then that’s what I feel, and…what’s the dream again?
You remind me.
But here’s the tangent where these visions of mine deviate from what you see, what I can tell.
You can no longer reach me. As you stand there bringing down walls, my mind has crossed over to the house at the end of the lane.
Sorry to digress, but there are distorted dreams with cotton candy fields, missed alarms and broken vases.
You are all laughter and lights and glittering eyes.
You don’t belong here, this shroud does.
Let be and let’s just be.

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