#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams.
In this river of thoughts you reside,
lies the very existence of your dreams,
The possibility of being one with our achievements is much obliged,
when we gain credibility on that which we avoid.

Our dreams are a fragment of our desires,...