A Liar's Guide to the Dreams..

In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all..

These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight.

They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth... and taste distinctly unusual.

May 08, 2011

This Post can be called...

The Phoenix. Or someone who rises from her own death, and is reborn through dying.

This is a tale of brushing things off. Things you do not need. Things you refuse to want. Things you should not require.

And I do not require a lot of things in my life which I have gathered through the ages.

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