hello so this is one dream I had a long time ago and remembered by reading this text (I got back the images of it) it will be used for some parts in my writing "embrouillamini" and sorry once again it's in french you might not be able to read it, it once was my comfort writing language.
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I kinda dreamt... well it was about a building. Across the street. and in this building, some things happened. It was about three girls who came to this building and... as no one lived there, no one could really say what did happen to them. Well they were in that place and suddenly they couldn't remember at all hat they were exactly doing here. They woke up a few hours later and none of them could tell what did they do in there... But when they came back, with others people, something was out. Like yeah, they could see things, mistake what was a sort of illusion with the reality. In there, all of the kids, even the others I mean, lost themselves. They couldn't find any way out or know where were the others. Voices echoed in the whole building and no one could tell where did it came from... no one could tell even if they recognized the voice which had to be one of the others'. For the three girls, it was like a maze with horror visions at every single corner, and they couldn't escape. Their eyes would look all around the place where they drowned. Sinking deep in the madness that surrounded them. All around they could see nothing but blood tears sheds and an endless void of sky. They sunk in the floor of a round room, dressed in huge silk gowns that stifled them. The three girls were trapped in a dream. A nightmarish never ending dream. And outside of the overwhelming illusion, the others didn't know what was happening and it occurred to them that it was all lost. For their eyes, the girls were sitting all in despair with thin fabrics of dresses everywhere around them. Their bodies were torn and their eyes lifted all looking at the same invisible point.
It was then, when another girl arrived in the building, that they were all normal again, without seeming to remember at all what did happen earlier. It is now, as I write it that I see how fractionate and divided in many diverse parts my dream was.
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I'm broken, I'm covered in invisible wounds
きらりん
YOU ARE READING
My slice of life
Poetry~All of us is smiling when you cry All of you is crying when I smile All of them is sleeping when you're awake When you're an other thing than me~ This is gonna be like a kind of safe place. Somewhere where nothing that I say could be bad or even...
