Nightly Dreams
Some nights my dreams gleam, so real, it’s almost a theme from a fairy tale that could mean how my life is supposed to be serene like breathing in the fresh, crisp, clean air of spring. However, most nights they scream loud enough to break glass, like a horror murder scene of a teenage prom queen. My mind races so fast, and I feel exhausted, like a trapped and isolated machine in quarantine.
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