consciousness embedded in the abyss
unrealities visit
reminisced when wakened by the call of day.
scientific mysteries unfold upon you
renowned stars dote on you
asking kate hudson for an autograph
or a witty word into uma thurman's ear
it's an event of unexplainable beginnings.
but then a great conspiracy dawns
clones abound, evil masters at work.
how close to the stars can you get
when they're not real
only virtuals floating in the cosmos.
the poem above was written for about 3 minutes i guess, this morning, finished at 9:16 am in mb 305, while we were having a break in our math class. it's an attempt to encapsulate the images that visited me on the few hours before peaceful slumber left me this glorious day. i don't know if you could get the message from it well, but it's a start. yes, trying my hand in poem writing now. anyway, 'twas a really weird dream. in fact, majority of my dreams are. seldom do i have any dream that's reality-based. there's usually elements that make it so unrealistic.
anyway, i miss those days i've been having dreams. because it's like a cycle with me. there are weeks when i'm dreamless and a week follows where i have dreams every night.
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