Dreams From a Blank Mind

February 12, 2011
By StormyRozez SILVER, Aurora, Illinois
StormyRozez SILVER, Aurora, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
"Life isn't about the number of breaths we take, but the moments that take our breath away"


Books are be my escape from reality
The words in black ink on their pages,
Are more addicting than drugs.
I long for the comfort and relaxation that lies within them.

I try to write them myself
But books and stories tend to write themselves.
I can see a film in my head
But the words used to describe what I see come from instincts.
They come from the dreams I can’t remember,
The memories that I know are there,
But that I never really think about.

I’m a black hole. I suck everything in,
Then spit it back out, whenever I choose.

Writing is my therapy, books are my drug.

When I think of myself,
I’m reminded of the Forgotten Stable boy,
Who dreams of grand things, never to come.
I imagine my future, sitting in a cubicle,
Dreaming of my beautiful prince who will never appear.
The future really is the most unknown variable.

I’ll end up being the writer, who stands on a street corner,
Trying to sell the books no one will publish.

There will be those that will pity me,
Try to take what I have to give.
But they won’t read it and they won’t care.

Hypocrite city.

I feel like a rag doll, torn this way and that.
Feeling elation turned to sorrow.
Happiness coming in waves.
All the other emotions fight to get a chance at my heart.
Do you ever feel like there’s more than just this life waiting for you?
I can only hope, pray, wish,
I can only dream and believe,
I can only Read.

The author's comments:
I can only hope that people won't see this as me being a hermit, but rather as having a love that very few people share these days.

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