me: This is just a preview, but can bạn please give me your opinion. I've already đã đăng this but i've actuallty edited, so from people who read it before it may bea little bit different. Now i actually can't start from the start but this is what happened before:
Alyria is a thirteen năm old girl who is travelling with her adopted family somewhere. Her family is made up of her Mother who has a difernt hair colour every week, and he father who is a gentle soul and a passionate man. She has a five năm old african sister who is very strange and a shy artistic 11 năm old Indian sister. They stop at a market and a gypsy reads there fortunes, and then gives all the girls jewellry. They stop at a park and they find a dog. Alyria pleads with her parents to take it in. They concede and keep travelling when they crash with a semi trailer. She and the dog (adila) survive. Alyria is taken to the hospital where for the first feww days she is distraught. She meets a mean nurse (hehehe i had to add that in) who anyway she discovers she can read minds. She is freaked out bởi this and try's to tell someone but they brush herr off. She discovers that when she falls asleep she travells to a different world and.......
ps. The importance of the chuỗi hạt, chuỗi hạt cườm is actually revealed later on in the story.Part of a conspiracy okay ....
Chapter 2
I leaned back against the pillows. I felt like I was going to die. It was if a bomb had exploded in my head. I tried to labour my breathing, breathing in through my nose and exhaling out my mouth.
I glanced at the Tylenol pills tiếp theo to me. I grimaced and picked them up. I threw them in my mouth and swallowed. After a while the pain started to lessen. I sighed in relief and relaxed into the pillow. I let out an involuntary yawn, and gazed at the wall. I could feel the toll of the accident creeping in on me, and I felt tired. I battled against my eyes but I eventually Mất tích and allowed my eyelids to close.
I opened my eyes and saw a wooden ceiling hanging over me. It was rotting and looked as though it was about to collapse at any moment. I quickly got up and took in my surroundings. I was in a small dusty room. It mùi, nấu chảy ra as though it hadn’t been used in years. It had simple furniture and a small window. I felt uneasy in such an unstable room so I quickly darted outside.
I looked up and saw a dark sky overhead. I could see a small settlement in front of me a little into the distance. I cautiously got up. Was I dreaming hoặc was I just waking up in some ngẫu nhiên place. I could feel my legs aching from lying in the hospital giường all the time. I wasn't wearing the stupid hospital dress they used for patients thank god for that. I stretched my legs trying to think where I was at the same time.
I suddenly looked down and saw that I had weird clothes on. I had a loose cotton áo sơ mi on and váy on that billowed around my legs when the wind blew. I frowned at the skirt, it was not going to be the best thing to wear if I was going to explore where I was. At least it was comfortable.
I was thinking that I was dreaming when I heard galloping off in the distance. I lifted my head up, and saw a group of men riding towards me fast. I waved to them trying to get my attention. Strange, I thought, this is the first dream where I can control my movements. The men were riding towards me when I noticed they had strange clothes, it wasn’t like a different countries it was like they were from a different age. The same clothes as me.
They rode towards me and I could see their hands clasping the hilt of what looked like a sword. They stopped before me and looked down at me.
“What are bạn doing here girl,” he đã đưa ý kiến with disgust. I noticed that when he đã đưa ý kiến girl his lip had curled over his teeth and he sneered the name. Who was he to judge me bởi gender? I felt my anger rise inside me. I tried to read his mind trying to see if he was a wife beater hoặc something of the sort, but I couldn’t hear anything. I tried the other men but something blocked me there too.
“I have a right to be here, bạn have no need to ask me, so for what reason should I tell you,” I snapped. His eyes tightened and I saw the rest of them snarl at me. I rolled my eyes at their obvious distaste for women.
“Do bạn want to go to the high master?” he asked fiercely.
“Who’s that?” I asked rudely, “Oh right he man bạn probably follow because bạn have no self respect,” I đã đưa ý kiến fiercely. They looked ready to kill me and two of the men jumped off the ngựa and grabbed my arms. “Get your filthy hands off me,” I spat. I struggled kicked and screamed until eventually they hit me. It stang but I wasn’t about to hiển thị my pain. The tied my arms, and bound me so I just glared at them.
They pulled me onto a horse where I struggled in the man’s arms.
We rode into the town and I kicked and struggled the whole time. People had gathered in the streets but there was something not right. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Their clothes were different they looked like they came from a different age. Deep down I could feel my body trying to break down with fear, but I put all my will force not to. My mind worked in a strange way; I thought it weak to cry if something upset you.
I was not going to hiển thị my fear to these strangers.
I took a deep breath through my nose and released my fear. I looked up with hard eyes and saw that everyone was watching me. I could see the fear in their eyes as they looked at these men. I struggled all the harder trying to break the bonds. One man looked down at me and hit me across the cheek to silence me.
I heard it before I felt, a sharp thud, then came a stinging in my cheek which throbbed painfully. I could feel the tears beginning to rise in my eyes and I bit them back so they stayed at the brim of my eyes, but a few escaped and trickled over my cheek. I could feel the tears brimming at my eyes from the pain. I was silent and still then and could feel his happiness about that and the power that radiated from his look. The houses looked different like little wooden cottages. The people stood in front of them wearing rough brown and cream coloured clothes. The women wore long dresses and the men wore rough loose shirts with light woollen pants.
The women and men stood back as the men approached but I could see the women cringed a bit away from them. So these men were women haters.
Suddenly I was pushed down onto the ground. I couldn’t do anything to stop the fall so I fell hard against my side. I bit my lip and sucked in a quick breath as the ground and my rib collided loudly, a sob escaped me, and I tried to make it sound like a cough
I was picked up off my feet and dragged towards a deck of a fairly large house. They slammed up against one of the poles and stood around me.
“What were bạn doing out in the woods. Trying to plan an ambush weren’t you,” one đã đưa ý kiến roughly.
I shook my head, my lips to dry to di chuyển hoặc let alone make a noise.
“Then what were bạn doing out there, doesn’t your mother tình yêu you,” one sneered. I felt the jab rip into my heart. I glared at the man hating him with a passion.
“How dare bạn speak to me of my mother,” I hissed stabbing a finger at him, tears streaming down my face. I had figured that this was a dream so I could do whatever I wanted. I wouldn’t get in trouble for it.
“We shall speak to bạn in whatever manner we want,” one snarled. Jeez, violent dream.
“I’m not afraid of you, you’re just a dream, do your worst,” I said.
One stepped phía trước, chuyển tiếp and grinned wickedly, “Then I guess bạn won’t mind if we tie bạn up then?”
I hesitated, always with people I pretended to be alright with death that it was nothing to me. But I could see it in this man’s eyes that he wouldn’t hesitate to kill me. Even though this was a dream I still felt scared.
They all grinned and suddenly they lunged for me. The pounced and pushed me up against the pole. One put his hands in his pocket and pulled out a thick and heavy chain. They tied it around my waist and attached it to the pole.
I was restrained against the pole and I saw a crowd of people out on the street. They all looked at me with fearful eyes as if they knew what was going to happen to me. Finally the men stood back. One kicked me painfully in my side, and I crumpled. I pulled myself up. And leaned against the pole and watched the men go into their house. I bit back my tears with all my will force but I still couldn’t stop them. I kept them silent though, no need to start sobbing.
I started to feel hungry, nothing major but I’d be happy if I got an táo, apple hoặc something. Sô cô la would be better though.
“Are bạn a freedom fighter?” someone asked. I jerked my head up and looked a girl about my age. She had black ringlets that fell down her back and startling blue eyes. She had a bandage around her arm. Her eyes were fierce and she held herself high. I tried đọc her mind but again I was blocked bởi some unknown force.
“A who?” I asked bewildered. She gave me a curious look and then frowned.
“I guess I was wrong, Dylozyn isn’t going to be saved bởi the freedom fighters, but then again you’re a bit young to be a freedom fighter,” she đã đưa ý kiến hopelessly.
“Dylozyn?” I asked still baffled.
“The empire, bạn half wit,” she đã đưa ý kiến rolling her eyes. There aren’t any empires in the wo—crap.
“God, couldn’t I get a realistic dream, one in the twenty first century,” I muttered.
“This is no dreaming this reality and girly bạn better start facing it,” the girl snapped. My temper flared and I fought to control.
“Doesn’t talk to me like that, I don’t even come from here, this all just a dream, a painful one at that,” I added. People were starting to edge closer observing the conversation. I must have been a frightful sight to them, tears streaming down my face, my hair everywhere.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that we haven’t had hope in a long time,” She said. I knew she really meant it because I could see it in her eyes.
“What are bạn doing talking,” A soldier yelled banging open the doorway. He leaned towards the girl,
“Do bạn need another whipping?” he said. I could see the look of fright that flashed in her eyes. All of a sudden one hit her across the temple with the back of his hand. This girl wasn’t going to pay for my faults. I sat there fighting a mental battle between what I knew was right and my own discomfort.
“I reckon fifty whips are in order this time,” he sneered.
I took a really loud gasp, “You can count that high,” I đã đưa ý kiến mockingly, but it sounded stupid because my voice quivered too much. Everyone went silent and turned to look at me with their mouths hanging open, and I saw the man’s back tense. Everyone looked at me with stunned faces. I wondered if the pope would look the same if I insulted Jesus.
“I think bạn need to learn a lesson missy,” he growled.
“Are bạn smart enough to teach it?” I said. I felt like kicking myself, I must have sounded like the geek trying to be cool with the way my voice sounded.
He smiled at me and went inside, “Stay there,” he said.
“No really I was thinking I’d go and get a cup of tea,” I đã đưa ý kiến sarcastically tugging on the chain tied around my waist. I absolutely hated it when people asked các câu hỏi like that. Like, are bạn thinking what I’m thinking.
He gave me a malicious look and went inside. I sighed and leaned against the pole.
The girl gave me a frightened look, “You shouldn’t have done that, and bạn shall be whipped now, but thank bạn for drawing the attention away from me. This is going to hurt,” she said.
“I know,” I mouthed, my breaths coming out short and hard, tears streaming down from my fear.
And suddenly the men burst from the doorway each holding a long black whip in the hands.
Suddenly they ripped me from the chains and pushed me off the porch. Jeez they were strong if they could rip chains off someone .I fell on my hands and knees. They pulled me up and pushed me up against the pole. They pulled my áo sơ mi up at the back and somehow made it stay there.
“How many mates,” one said. He seemed to be enjoying himself.
“I never knew bạn had friends. Oh do bạn pay them to be your friends. Must be a deer cost,” I đã đưa ý kiến diễn xuất surprised. I didn’t hear their response but tiếp theo một giây one of the whips slashed across my back.
I cried out in pain. I could feel the blood trickling down my back. I tried to concentrate on something different. I focused on steadying my breath and concentrating on that. But it didn’t work and each whip was as worse as the one before. I was sobbing bởi the end of it.
“Jeez that hurt,” I said. Slowly maybe I was imagining it but things started to blur up. I leaned back against the pole and suddenly the whole scene changed and I was back in the hospital.
Alyria is a thirteen năm old girl who is travelling with her adopted family somewhere. Her family is made up of her Mother who has a difernt hair colour every week, and he father who is a gentle soul and a passionate man. She has a five năm old african sister who is very strange and a shy artistic 11 năm old Indian sister. They stop at a market and a gypsy reads there fortunes, and then gives all the girls jewellry. They stop at a park and they find a dog. Alyria pleads with her parents to take it in. They concede and keep travelling when they crash with a semi trailer. She and the dog (adila) survive. Alyria is taken to the hospital where for the first feww days she is distraught. She meets a mean nurse (hehehe i had to add that in) who anyway she discovers she can read minds. She is freaked out bởi this and try's to tell someone but they brush herr off. She discovers that when she falls asleep she travells to a different world and.......
ps. The importance of the chuỗi hạt, chuỗi hạt cườm is actually revealed later on in the story.Part of a conspiracy okay ....
Chapter 2
I leaned back against the pillows. I felt like I was going to die. It was if a bomb had exploded in my head. I tried to labour my breathing, breathing in through my nose and exhaling out my mouth.
I glanced at the Tylenol pills tiếp theo to me. I grimaced and picked them up. I threw them in my mouth and swallowed. After a while the pain started to lessen. I sighed in relief and relaxed into the pillow. I let out an involuntary yawn, and gazed at the wall. I could feel the toll of the accident creeping in on me, and I felt tired. I battled against my eyes but I eventually Mất tích and allowed my eyelids to close.
I opened my eyes and saw a wooden ceiling hanging over me. It was rotting and looked as though it was about to collapse at any moment. I quickly got up and took in my surroundings. I was in a small dusty room. It mùi, nấu chảy ra as though it hadn’t been used in years. It had simple furniture and a small window. I felt uneasy in such an unstable room so I quickly darted outside.
I looked up and saw a dark sky overhead. I could see a small settlement in front of me a little into the distance. I cautiously got up. Was I dreaming hoặc was I just waking up in some ngẫu nhiên place. I could feel my legs aching from lying in the hospital giường all the time. I wasn't wearing the stupid hospital dress they used for patients thank god for that. I stretched my legs trying to think where I was at the same time.
I suddenly looked down and saw that I had weird clothes on. I had a loose cotton áo sơ mi on and váy on that billowed around my legs when the wind blew. I frowned at the skirt, it was not going to be the best thing to wear if I was going to explore where I was. At least it was comfortable.
I was thinking that I was dreaming when I heard galloping off in the distance. I lifted my head up, and saw a group of men riding towards me fast. I waved to them trying to get my attention. Strange, I thought, this is the first dream where I can control my movements. The men were riding towards me when I noticed they had strange clothes, it wasn’t like a different countries it was like they were from a different age. The same clothes as me.
They rode towards me and I could see their hands clasping the hilt of what looked like a sword. They stopped before me and looked down at me.
“What are bạn doing here girl,” he đã đưa ý kiến with disgust. I noticed that when he đã đưa ý kiến girl his lip had curled over his teeth and he sneered the name. Who was he to judge me bởi gender? I felt my anger rise inside me. I tried to read his mind trying to see if he was a wife beater hoặc something of the sort, but I couldn’t hear anything. I tried the other men but something blocked me there too.
“I have a right to be here, bạn have no need to ask me, so for what reason should I tell you,” I snapped. His eyes tightened and I saw the rest of them snarl at me. I rolled my eyes at their obvious distaste for women.
“Do bạn want to go to the high master?” he asked fiercely.
“Who’s that?” I asked rudely, “Oh right he man bạn probably follow because bạn have no self respect,” I đã đưa ý kiến fiercely. They looked ready to kill me and two of the men jumped off the ngựa and grabbed my arms. “Get your filthy hands off me,” I spat. I struggled kicked and screamed until eventually they hit me. It stang but I wasn’t about to hiển thị my pain. The tied my arms, and bound me so I just glared at them.
They pulled me onto a horse where I struggled in the man’s arms.
We rode into the town and I kicked and struggled the whole time. People had gathered in the streets but there was something not right. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Their clothes were different they looked like they came from a different age. Deep down I could feel my body trying to break down with fear, but I put all my will force not to. My mind worked in a strange way; I thought it weak to cry if something upset you.
I was not going to hiển thị my fear to these strangers.
I took a deep breath through my nose and released my fear. I looked up with hard eyes and saw that everyone was watching me. I could see the fear in their eyes as they looked at these men. I struggled all the harder trying to break the bonds. One man looked down at me and hit me across the cheek to silence me.
I heard it before I felt, a sharp thud, then came a stinging in my cheek which throbbed painfully. I could feel the tears beginning to rise in my eyes and I bit them back so they stayed at the brim of my eyes, but a few escaped and trickled over my cheek. I could feel the tears brimming at my eyes from the pain. I was silent and still then and could feel his happiness about that and the power that radiated from his look. The houses looked different like little wooden cottages. The people stood in front of them wearing rough brown and cream coloured clothes. The women wore long dresses and the men wore rough loose shirts with light woollen pants.
The women and men stood back as the men approached but I could see the women cringed a bit away from them. So these men were women haters.
Suddenly I was pushed down onto the ground. I couldn’t do anything to stop the fall so I fell hard against my side. I bit my lip and sucked in a quick breath as the ground and my rib collided loudly, a sob escaped me, and I tried to make it sound like a cough
I was picked up off my feet and dragged towards a deck of a fairly large house. They slammed up against one of the poles and stood around me.
“What were bạn doing out in the woods. Trying to plan an ambush weren’t you,” one đã đưa ý kiến roughly.
I shook my head, my lips to dry to di chuyển hoặc let alone make a noise.
“Then what were bạn doing out there, doesn’t your mother tình yêu you,” one sneered. I felt the jab rip into my heart. I glared at the man hating him with a passion.
“How dare bạn speak to me of my mother,” I hissed stabbing a finger at him, tears streaming down my face. I had figured that this was a dream so I could do whatever I wanted. I wouldn’t get in trouble for it.
“We shall speak to bạn in whatever manner we want,” one snarled. Jeez, violent dream.
“I’m not afraid of you, you’re just a dream, do your worst,” I said.
One stepped phía trước, chuyển tiếp and grinned wickedly, “Then I guess bạn won’t mind if we tie bạn up then?”
I hesitated, always with people I pretended to be alright with death that it was nothing to me. But I could see it in this man’s eyes that he wouldn’t hesitate to kill me. Even though this was a dream I still felt scared.
They all grinned and suddenly they lunged for me. The pounced and pushed me up against the pole. One put his hands in his pocket and pulled out a thick and heavy chain. They tied it around my waist and attached it to the pole.
I was restrained against the pole and I saw a crowd of people out on the street. They all looked at me with fearful eyes as if they knew what was going to happen to me. Finally the men stood back. One kicked me painfully in my side, and I crumpled. I pulled myself up. And leaned against the pole and watched the men go into their house. I bit back my tears with all my will force but I still couldn’t stop them. I kept them silent though, no need to start sobbing.
I started to feel hungry, nothing major but I’d be happy if I got an táo, apple hoặc something. Sô cô la would be better though.
“Are bạn a freedom fighter?” someone asked. I jerked my head up and looked a girl about my age. She had black ringlets that fell down her back and startling blue eyes. She had a bandage around her arm. Her eyes were fierce and she held herself high. I tried đọc her mind but again I was blocked bởi some unknown force.
“A who?” I asked bewildered. She gave me a curious look and then frowned.
“I guess I was wrong, Dylozyn isn’t going to be saved bởi the freedom fighters, but then again you’re a bit young to be a freedom fighter,” she đã đưa ý kiến hopelessly.
“Dylozyn?” I asked still baffled.
“The empire, bạn half wit,” she đã đưa ý kiến rolling her eyes. There aren’t any empires in the wo—crap.
“God, couldn’t I get a realistic dream, one in the twenty first century,” I muttered.
“This is no dreaming this reality and girly bạn better start facing it,” the girl snapped. My temper flared and I fought to control.
“Doesn’t talk to me like that, I don’t even come from here, this all just a dream, a painful one at that,” I added. People were starting to edge closer observing the conversation. I must have been a frightful sight to them, tears streaming down my face, my hair everywhere.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that we haven’t had hope in a long time,” She said. I knew she really meant it because I could see it in her eyes.
“What are bạn doing talking,” A soldier yelled banging open the doorway. He leaned towards the girl,
“Do bạn need another whipping?” he said. I could see the look of fright that flashed in her eyes. All of a sudden one hit her across the temple with the back of his hand. This girl wasn’t going to pay for my faults. I sat there fighting a mental battle between what I knew was right and my own discomfort.
“I reckon fifty whips are in order this time,” he sneered.
I took a really loud gasp, “You can count that high,” I đã đưa ý kiến mockingly, but it sounded stupid because my voice quivered too much. Everyone went silent and turned to look at me with their mouths hanging open, and I saw the man’s back tense. Everyone looked at me with stunned faces. I wondered if the pope would look the same if I insulted Jesus.
“I think bạn need to learn a lesson missy,” he growled.
“Are bạn smart enough to teach it?” I said. I felt like kicking myself, I must have sounded like the geek trying to be cool with the way my voice sounded.
He smiled at me and went inside, “Stay there,” he said.
“No really I was thinking I’d go and get a cup of tea,” I đã đưa ý kiến sarcastically tugging on the chain tied around my waist. I absolutely hated it when people asked các câu hỏi like that. Like, are bạn thinking what I’m thinking.
He gave me a malicious look and went inside. I sighed and leaned against the pole.
The girl gave me a frightened look, “You shouldn’t have done that, and bạn shall be whipped now, but thank bạn for drawing the attention away from me. This is going to hurt,” she said.
“I know,” I mouthed, my breaths coming out short and hard, tears streaming down from my fear.
And suddenly the men burst from the doorway each holding a long black whip in the hands.
Suddenly they ripped me from the chains and pushed me off the porch. Jeez they were strong if they could rip chains off someone .I fell on my hands and knees. They pulled me up and pushed me up against the pole. They pulled my áo sơ mi up at the back and somehow made it stay there.
“How many mates,” one said. He seemed to be enjoying himself.
“I never knew bạn had friends. Oh do bạn pay them to be your friends. Must be a deer cost,” I đã đưa ý kiến diễn xuất surprised. I didn’t hear their response but tiếp theo một giây one of the whips slashed across my back.
I cried out in pain. I could feel the blood trickling down my back. I tried to concentrate on something different. I focused on steadying my breath and concentrating on that. But it didn’t work and each whip was as worse as the one before. I was sobbing bởi the end of it.
“Jeez that hurt,” I said. Slowly maybe I was imagining it but things started to blur up. I leaned back against the pole and suddenly the whole scene changed and I was back in the hospital.
inch bởi inch
bringing me closer
to my doom
bướm of
anticipation
flutter nervously
in my stomach
knuckles whiten
jaws clench
what have I
gotten myself into
the suspense
is killing me
I'm going to hate it
I'm going to tình yêu it
I might lose my lunch
but I don't care
heaven help me
here it comes...
...
I hold my breath...
...
and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
I remember the ngày I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for bạn love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place bạn could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with thêm ngọn lửa, chữa cháy then bạn could ever imagine.
thêm passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the ngày I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real bóng rổ coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for bạn love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place bạn could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with thêm ngọn lửa, chữa cháy then bạn could ever imagine.
thêm passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the ngày I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
--------------------------------
This is dedicated to my first real bóng rổ coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
hoặc I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told bởi hidden scars
Unable to hiển thị themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
hoặc I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told bởi hidden scars
Unable to hiển thị themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.