Our dreams, my one true love.
Whether they are spoken, or slept- they are sent from above.
In our subconscious minds, what we desire- this is the one thing that ignites internal fire.
Our dreams are beautiful, even if they are terrifying, how amazing, we can live this in under a day.
Five to ten hours, while we are there. Our emotions, our thoughts. There to see, bare.
You follow your breath, or a ticking clock, to take you to this world that is frequently forgot.
This, is the part that intrigues me the most, as I believe our dreams are not meant to be a boast.
Like our spoken dreams, our life dreams, we should keep under lock - and key, as no one needs to know about them, or have the chance to mock.
They are sacred, unique, and true. No dream is the same for him, her, me, you.
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Natalie Simmons
I am Natalie Simmons. I am 18, studying acting, and I spend some of my time writing monologues and slam poems. I have been wanting to post my writing online to see the response I get. So here goes-
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