To Dream is To Die — Almost

Poetry Lives Though

Unrealistic, untrue or too good to be true, Words we listen when we speak about dreams, the ones which let us sleep and devour the abysmal world of truth and dare —

the ones which give us hope and courage, making us run barefoot towards the highest fall and protect us on the same journey by keeping us afloat in the sky, feeling the dew in the clouds, tasting the rainbow, skyline bursting into colors, the erotic and erratic ones, goosebumps, thinking about the wildest fantasies and the most comfortable place where you can relax for the rest of the time sipping on the choicest of cocktails, eating the best of food and also involving yourself in charity, moments of both the worlds —

And on some days, I dream of finding the best skin, support, care, love, kiss, sex, monies, laughter, peace, and all the comforts which pretend to provide happiness for sure and then I am remembered of effort —

The most important aphrodisiac of all.

In response to David S.’s Dream Prompt in Dead Poets Live.

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