"the sun will rise again", I tell my trembling self as I am alone in my moonlit bedroom that transforms into the home of my
nightmares in the witching house stuck with the eerie silence, cos I know the world is asleep
faraway in a myriad of dreamscapes,
waves of dimensions waiting to be explored.
my dreamscape has been desolate - a desert with strewn objects from memories forgotten/ memories haunting me laying around
melting in the heat of my lethargy.
like a Salvador Dali painting I will descend into an alternate dimension infinitely getting lost in my world.
