I am always forgetting my dreams these
days.
Late hours, inattentiveness,
maybe –
or, I have also read:
impoverished dreaming indicates poor mental
health, or lack
thereof.
My dreams these days are
infrequent,
sporadic,
blurry and
meaningless.
Hazy vignettes of the
past,
strange scenes of things that cannot
be.
If my reality does not
compute, how can I –
how can I expect
my madness to be any
clearer?
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
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