there are times when my dreams disappear. they are their own, going and leaving as they please, without consideration to my days or my thoughts. i want to control them. to tell them when to start, when to stop. when to be good, to always be good. sorting through the mind, they pull together pieces, ignoring my desires and plans. if they work my mind out, are they not above my own mind, controlling my being from a realm removed? in sleep i lose control; in dreams i lose my place, my mind and any understanding i had once chosen to believe.
they are forgotten, these dreams i once held.
never to return.
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