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DreamsI love the reality of dreams thoughtsDreams by totouch-theearth
It's not like this reality of sight touch sound
It's reality on different terms
It turns natural occurrences like a flower or a lake into beauty
It interprets what is already there and gives it a new identity brings it alive
In its world a different world a different way of seeing
A different way of seeing for a million different minds and worlds
People meet and
Worlds meet in the world of sight touch sound
What a rich dimension of thoughts dreams forms
How dense it grows when walls break down when you're sleeping
When water pours in and saturates your horrible boring couch
The thrill of your own reality
A Metaphor For DeathA Metaphor For Death by totouch-theearth
Life is a fickle friend,
And death watches and waits for its betrayal.
Our existence is a tangled mass of knotted rope.
Never to be straightened out.
And our bittersweet thoughts keep the future alive.
The intricate world of time
To dissolve without our plans, our counting of the days,
So tell me how you'll keep it when you die.
We're wrong to look at death in the future,
Death which is stronger than the future,
Death which is stranger than the future,
Death which is outside the future.
How do you measure the rest of your time,
When death lives on the other side?
And it waits until the present flicks a switch,
Flicks the dreaded switch
And retracts your future as quick as a bullet,
As shocking as a scream.
When death hits the present with a ssssthunk,
The future consumed.