The Dream Is Over
If I've done it once, I can do it again. Acceptance is my USP now. Shake me, Betray me, Kick me, Ignore me, but you can't Kill me. I've died once before, I've lived many times over. So what if another idea failed, so what if my illusions got me down?
The dream is over. Sooner or later, we all wake up. To reality. But that doesn't mean the soft night will not approach. That doesn't mean the whispers in the dark will cease, or the perfume of warmth will vaporise. We all smell differently at night. It's our real smell, something very beautiful, like rubbing wet grass in your palms and its lingering aftereffects.
The dream is over, the night isn't...