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Perceptions
If the same dream visits again and again,
is it not its own reality?
The vines creep around her throat, rub the skin green,
reaching for naught but to layer around and around
and squeeze space and air out, her voice silenced.
She wakes into a fragile now, and restarts the dreaded
countdown until the next sleep.
Published 5th May 2014
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5th May 2014 8:38pm
5th May 2014 9:02pm
Which one is real, the memory or the deja vu?
Thank you for reading, runningturtle.
Thank you for reading, runningturtle.
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- Edited 14th May 2018 10:07pm
5th May 2014 8:42pm
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7th May 2014 9:49pm
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- Edited 15th May 2018 9:39pm
5th May 2014 8:49pm
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7th May 2014 9:50pm
There is only now, except in dreams, and where does that leave us? Thank you, Mourganna.
5th May 2014 8:50pm
"is it not its own reality?"
the 'its' should be an 'it's'
:)
Loved the question at the beginning.
the 'its' should be an 'it's'
:)
Loved the question at the beginning.
7th May 2014 9:52pm
I meant the possesive 'its' but thanks for the review! I'm pleased the question caught your eye.
6th May 2014 00:03am
'which is dream, which is real?' memories of an old song. always poetic...
7th May 2014 9:53pm