I was just about to type out someone's name who donated to me into a word document, when all of a sudden this hugantic pain made my head feel like it was going to explode and I remembered the dream I had last night. I started typing this out instead and suddenly remembered writing it in my Sagittarius notebook thingy, but I went and checked and it wasn't there. It's really weird cuz I remember everything and writing it perfectly, aside from the fact that I don't actually remember waking up, putting the notebook down or picking it up to begin with. And you can tell I didn't just write this out of inspiration, or it would have some sort of steady meter.
Here, read it...
[Steal Me]
She asked if they were dreams or memories
To my best friend, I couldn’t answer
I though I dreamed
But wasn’t sure
And there a voice called out
“Steal me from the between worlds
I can’t be a just Dream anymore”
I woke and thought
I’d dream again
Instead I lied awake
Consumed with guilt
From an unknown source
But I know the feeling well
I lied in bed
For quite some
Almost angry
Nearly crying
Thoughts filling my mind
None of which I can remember now
Though take my word
I’ve tried
Sisters unrelated
Brothers by birthright
Three-twenty-nine
And number she called up
From deep in her subconscious
It’ll help
I know
Though how
I don’t
An hour later
I grab this book
Stop this pounding in my head
I want to sleep
But now
I write
A flow of words leap forth
The words are barely mine
I see them
But don’t understand
Why my hand moves
Its own volition
Always dramatic
Caught in a story
I almost laugh
As a classic single tear falls
Staining the page
To bring these memories back
When I read again
And recall this night
Or have I dreamed this all?
Here, read it...
[Steal Me]
She asked if they were dreams or memories
To my best friend, I couldn’t answer
I though I dreamed
But wasn’t sure
And there a voice called out
“Steal me from the between worlds
I can’t be a just Dream anymore”
I woke and thought
I’d dream again
Instead I lied awake
Consumed with guilt
From an unknown source
But I know the feeling well
I lied in bed
For quite some
Almost angry
Nearly crying
Thoughts filling my mind
None of which I can remember now
Though take my word
I’ve tried
Sisters unrelated
Brothers by birthright
Three-twenty-nine
And number she called up
From deep in her subconscious
It’ll help
I know
Though how
I don’t
An hour later
I grab this book
Stop this pounding in my head
I want to sleep
But now
I write
A flow of words leap forth
The words are barely mine
I see them
But don’t understand
Why my hand moves
Its own volition
Always dramatic
Caught in a story
I almost laugh
As a classic single tear falls
Staining the page
To bring these memories back
When I read again
And recall this night
Or have I dreamed this all?
[b:77847e18fa]Quote me if you desire an answer[/b:77847e18fa], I tend not to stay in one location for a lengthy period of time.
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