Dreams

I wonder if somewhere

There's a respository of dreams

Maybe I could go there

And find some of them again

 

 

Spiraling twists of hope

The nonexistent roof of imagination

A world that sometimes slips through your fingers

Like sand

 

Passing thoughts

Reshaped and reformed

Into something fantastical

An entire story

 

Entire universes

Created entirely within the 3 pound thing that is a brain

Not even taking up the entire space

Because that space is limitless

 

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