This is surely coincidental but I have been dreaming A LOT recently, and weirdly I cannot seem to have a decent daydream every once in a while. I have written this short piece a while ago, it is very simple and I was just pouring some of my thoughts onto paper and thought I'd share the result. The doodle, also, was drawn randomly and it looks like a girl lost in her own little world so, it goes with the title "the dream" as well.
Why does the night shut its doors and windows when I get under my blanket and filthy white sheets? The moon is not a storyteller, it is a liar that tries, oh it tries so hard to justify the darkness that surrounds us. Little stars of shame. Dreadful birds. I’m sure they’re black, black like the night.
Drifting into sleep, I see sunsets, coral, crimson, blood-red and peachy. All kinds of sunsets. I see the skies above my head filled with white pieces of clouds, purple and pink and blue and green and orange and white again, and black again! Black is here again, why is it here?
It’s gone, the black devil, it went away. Bits of rain pour over my hair and it’s wet now, my nose is as red as a clown’s and my lips are winter-blue. The wet shine in my hair makes it black, black like the night, I see it and I can feel it too.
I’m cold, my feet are numb. How did I forget to put on shoes this morning? I have a lot of them. I don’t have as many scarves to keep me warm in this horrid weather. My chest hurts and I’m coughing. Suddenly I see patterns in front of me, lovely patterns that look spontaneous; full of spots, stripes, flowers and they smell like the sea. They remind me of my first date, I was young and beautiful, my skin was the color of sand, and my lips had the charm of a poisonous apple. I can’t help it, I see ghosts hidden inside these patterns, they seem friendly but I hate them. I hate these pale faces, they remind me of my pale face.
The sun is going down again, a fine shade of orange that I don’t care for. It’s the color of hell, and hell will be here soon, the night will spread its wings over this city once again. I won’t wake up, I can’t open my eyes!
"Oh, good morning."
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This is one of my favorite versions of Aerosmith's famous Dream On, Steven Tyler is sensational!