Dreams and nightmares alike Scattered like trees in woods Forgotten necessity, Survival tactics.. Yet at times a scientist accompanies the hunter In search for exotic wild flowers Just like my cheeks That hurts with smiles For wet lashes that break my soul anew
I don't remember my dreams Yet they leave behind tokens as gifts I don't remember nightmares either Yet they leave behind assurance that, "This was just a dream"
~girl who likes to remember _____________________________
I never remember my dreams, but what I do remember are the emotions that they left behind. I vividly remember that night when I woke up with heavy heart and strange feeling, a feeling that urged me to cry, to sob. But I don't remember why. I did cry that night. I don't know why. It did make me feel better, feel light and floating. Some mornings I wake up with smiles on my face. I don't know why I was smiling, whom I saw, or what pleasant things were there. Amidst all the chaos, at times these small gifts that your brain gifts you are precious, worth cherishing.