Waking these dreams up, was, an IMPOSSIBLE feat, it’s like, they’d all, fallen, into steady comatoses or something, no matter how we’d, jolted, screamed so loud into their ears, unresponsive!!!
still need those few extra hours, in order to function here, not my picture.
Waking these dreams up, it’s time, that these dreams start waking up slowly now, they’d been, dormant, for years, put on that backburner, because we had to, cope with the pressing reality, and now, as reality no longer pressed hard on us, we can finally, start to, live our own dreams.
But, these dreams are so sound asleep, that it may take a huge FIRE, scorching this house up, before they’re, able to wake, and, they still might not even wake again, because they’re all, choked, suffocated to death by the smokes rising…
the light’s coming in! Not my photo still.
Waking these dreams up, I can only think of one way, by injecting new life back into them, by, picking them up, cherishing them like they were, all brand new again, but, we’d left, these dreams a very, very, very long ago, we’d even, forgotten, what they were to us, and so, these dreams shall, stay, forever in their comatose, NEVER to rise up, or to come back alive again………