I have what you can call mind explosions which inspire me to write poems. Most of them come randomly at times when writing them is the only way to let everything surpass my emotions, or when a thought becomes a reflection of the smallest or greatest things possible.
Last night day dreams and REM dreams met at midnight,
they tell the story of my hopes, and myths of fear.
They whisper through your lips the words i long to hear.
They tease the skin you once touched.
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