Fight

Flicker filter, light.
Dream like you.
Cut throat knife.
Anything for you….
Comma state,
Kiss awake.
Divert divergent.
Escape.

~

At times, our minds wander into the far reaches of extremity where limbo replicates suppressed inner desires or fears; allowing our dreams to take way and work as movie pixel images to help conclude and sort inner turmoils. Regardless if it may be of positive and/or negative origins, there is a provoking act of the "i of you;" in other words... depending on if you're governed by your own logical limitations even in the dream realm or have complete and utter control. For me... my dreams have always been restless and vivid. Sensory is as profoundly surreal as it would be if i were to be awake. Making it such, that my nights become this perpetual wheel of highs and lows leaving me emotional drained in the morning hours. Even as i carry on in my wake, my mind will continue to wander and search for a seek. Fumbling though the intended logic between morality and human discreet. In this case... hearts yearn for its ache.

Best Regards.

Sam ~

(Origins and core thoughts of Petty Hearts)