ghilti's

Dreaming...I was dreaming....
Perhaps it may have been, but a long forgotten memory...
a dream, a memory...
Things remembered when someone`s asleep,
Things forgotten when someone`s awaken,
where the deepest layers of one`s dream
Become the outmost layers of one`s memory
Wich are reality, wich are illusions?
One cannot tell until one`s awake
Or peheps they are at the same time, both truth and fiction,
A vast nebulous, with no bondaries
An emptness equivelament to my own existence
I dreant such a dream, a long, never ending dream....

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