Day: June 7, 2011

Smooth, flying, dreams

Sweet, happy, memory.

 

Closed.  Gone. Past.

The images go by,

 

Then fall over an edge

Never to return.

 

Living in illusion

Causes more pain

 

Then it escapes.

Lies, running, away.

 

What reality do I

Choose?  What is

 

Real?  What pain

Is true?  Accept?

 

(Sunday Scribblings

#270, sweet)