Dreams
Dreams.
They are a place to escape,
A place of magic,
A place of crazy,
A place where illogical becomes logical.
But a dream can be dangerous.
A dream can be real.
I scream
Without making a sound.
I cry
With one hundred times the pain.
I remember
The tortures of the day.
I imagine
Myself dying.
I see
False hopes, False goals.
I remember
The people I love but can’t have.
I’m falling
And I never hit the ground.
Copyright Katerina Dragan
