Muddled

I keep it hidden

In the folds of sleep,

For I do not know

Where else to keep

A feeling this fraught

That it falls in a heap

If you dare speak

About it when you are deep

In throes of reality—

Most dreams make sense

Only when we are asleep!

©Aaysid

“Seeking what is true is not seeking what is desirable.”
Albert Camus

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  1. Ahh, Camus… I probably shouldn’t like his writing as much as I do, but I do like it quite a bit and there you go. 🙂

    What a nice end to a wonderful piece. I have learned to accept that about dreams.

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  9. The last two lines are so true. I’ve had some incredibly cool dreams, but once I awoke I realized they were actually sort of stupid! 😀 Only in sleep do they make sense. The Camus quote is interesting–I’ve never read his work but maybe I should give it a go. It’s always a delight to read your work, Aaysid. 🙂

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