Musings of a lost dreamer...
My dreams they come to me. I don’t know why... sometimes I wonder.
Are they a repercussion of obsessing over the same story for so many years. After having thought of them for so long do they even feel my unconscious mind.
Did I make the dreams up to cope with a tragic childhood. To guide me through the pain and loneliness or were they always there.
Could they really be the remembrances of former lives connecting time and time again within my memory. Each life a puzzle piece to a bigger picture. Could the past be reaching out calling to me to understand and never forget.
I used to think my dreams woul