I'm afraid, between waking up and sleeping I will lose myself in desires. That you will disappear before sunrise. Sleep is not a place everyday life. I'm afraid longing for an unknown longing I know well reality of existence. I'm afraid to be afraid my feelings leave without knowing how taste your lips.
lovecanberealSydney, New South Wales AustraliaMar 10, 2020
When we are asleep, and in between states, it is another world, a world of strange places, opaque glass vision; and of inverted desires, we all fear loss, it is our human condition, though nothing is permanent. Nice poem, really got me thinking....
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