In dreams she saw ways to survive

The thing about a book is, it insulates you against the world,

And for a while it becomes your world and blinds you with its colors,

Likewise are my dreams.

Because each time, I tell the same story in my dreams -

but I tell it differently every night, and never do I tell it the same way twice..

The only way of knowing a person is to love that person without any hope they say;

But then I realized, the only way to survive agony and worry is to dream without hope.

Young women become people driven by tension,

between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide,

But how does she survive one may wonder?

It is always the dreams I'm convinced, for it is her only home.

Because each time, I tell the same story in my dreams -

but I tell it differently every night, and never do I tell it the same way twice..

In todays world of infinite distractions, how can I describe my life to you?

In the daylight leading to noon, I think and ponder,

but the enormity of my disordered desires, disgusts me!

For an agony, one has to suffer everyday is waking up with purpose every morning.

I heard there are two insomnias young people experience;

when they are with loved ones, they stay up all night,

when they are not, they are unable to go to sleep.

Even so, people like me yearn sleep, as dreams follow..

Because each time, I tell the same story in my dreams -

but I tell it differently every night, and never do I tell it the same way twice..

Sometimes the place that I run my dreams at, has a live audience,

witnessing the story I'm narrating, warning not to be artificial or fraudulent.

In leisure, as I stroll aimlessness observing life, society and oneself;

once in a while with awe but mostly out of terror,

I ask myself - what does one do?

Meanwhile, months and years passed by -

absorbing everything everywhere all the time.

But at nights I survive, as the world offers itself to my imagination,

my dreams calling me over and over to lay down the burden.

As I start narrating my story, all of a sudden -

the weight of the last few weeks, months, even years was lifted off my shoulders,

Because each time, I tell the same story in my dreams,

but I tell it differently every night, and never do I tell it the same way twice..