
Holliday Dreams - The waitress
I stand on my old chair in this bathroom, ready to jump. Through the window, I see a blue sky where my huge dreams float by.
Ivan in Abstracts
I stand on my old chair in this bathroom, ready to jump. Through the window, I see a blue sky where my huge dreams float by.
I stand on the old chair, longing for a vacation, ready to step into the rusted tub of my existence. Through the window of my dreams, I s...
Amidst the poverty, I rise on my chair of imagination, swimming with flippers through the ocean of dreams, and gazing through the window ...
I yearn to sleep, to rest—no longer be,
To drift upon a spectral ship through night,
To realms beyond—where shadows banish light,
Wher...
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream
In this surreal dream-like trance,
A young woman sits as if by chance,
Her body lies on the table bare,
Examining it with quiet, stead...
The dream is death's little brother,
Whose whispers haunt us in the night,
As darkness falls and shadows hover,
And we succumb to slee...
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