For me, there are some nights where I remember exactly what took place
and who was there and why I was thinking of them
in my mind I know it’s a dream so I can hold on a little longer to the illusion.
then there are other nights where I don’t remember.
I wake up in a cold sweat with my chest rising up and down like I ran three miles and my eyes
are either wide open or threatening to close.
dreams are not what I make them to be. I see other people, I don’t see myself.
I see what I want, but nothing I can have. I go to places I know I can never go to in real life. I get
reminded of everything I have and everyone I no longer seek out.
dreaming happens until it doesn’t.
ABOUT
Yasmine Diaz is a writer from NYC who likes dabbling in both fiction and nonfiction. In her free time she likes photography, art and curating music playlists to fictional characters and her constantly changing vibe.
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