• aman_theunknownphilosopher 9w

    Dream riddle

    I exist in fragments of narratives
    Which feel like shattering
    Without senses leading
    Bells of the devil ringing

    How do I sleep
    When chaos is all I seek
    Silence is a lie
    A lie that is bliss

    Falling down won't wake me
    It's the reality or the breaking ground
    Was it after closing or opening of eyes
    When was I really found