Who is to decide the difference between reality and dreams.
I mean who says which one is real?
My dream about rabbits jumping from the ceiling …
felt more real
than the kisses he planted on my lips last night.
Was he a dream come true?
Maybe.
But there wasn’t a whole lot of truth involved.
He doesn’t love
but rabbits do jump,
So I’m just asking who it is that gets to tell me
what's real
and what’s not.
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Author:
Alex (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 23rd, 2018 11:02
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
I enjoyed this, it flows well with gentle cynicism
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