Dreams

Sometimes dreams are quiet, small adventures of going around from nothing to nothing, of noise and confusing light blinding and daunting, or boring and saddening, with no purpose or desire just being there to remind you of something, something you must not remember, or you should, who knows, you will never know.

Other times are magic, a spectacle from another world full of your desires and hopes, tempting and overwhelming, with life and death, shadows and light, always moving from one place to the other, dancing above, below, beyond.

In the end, death is the only answer to them, we forget those lights, the people, the creatures that only existed there, any meaning they could have, any memory they could have left behind is only shadows, maybe, just maybe one day we will see them again, or some debris, or a lesson, who knows, maybe it´s better that way, maybe our eyes, our ears, our souls are too limited to go to such worlds, we would corrupt them, we would kill them, or maybe, just maybe, we would discover our world, the real world, isn´t that different

Clarification: i´m new to the sub so i don´t know if you accept poetry written as prose, i just like to let it take form by itself and not separated

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/42jnan/goodbye/ https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/42jqrg/spirals/