it's the slowness of the transition from dream to reality that with such ease stirs up the gentle tornado of mind.
my mind is at times my worst enemy. the one i dislike, in particular, because i know i won't ever see it die.
as my mind awakes, i feel it gasp for its first breath, struggling to escape from the dreams it knows i wanted to stay nestled within. as the battle continues, i realize the need to surrender. and each morning, i do. but each day shows its awkwardness to me. because it's in my dreams that i belong.
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