I'm tired of being careful, tip toe, trying to keep the water warm.

It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness.
We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

— Chuck Palahniuk, Diary.

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Ich hatte einen Traum.

Es ging um ... dich.

Ich mochte es nicht, oder?

Es war ein verdammter Alptraum.

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Sleeping didn't feel so difficult anymore.

A familiarity is felt under the blanket with you.

I think about how I've become small like a kitten.

I think about how I want to be a lioness instead.

I think about how I've perceived my darkness.

I think about how I see my shadow as a monster.

I think about how I've anticipated this moment.

I think about how I need you to know everything.

I think about how I've become comfortably empty.

I think about how I lay bare and die in my mind.

Lying beside you as I want to see you in my dreams.

Hugging my pillowcase of dreams as I fall asleep.

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Come, come one, come all,

you must be this tall

to ride this ride at the carnival.

Oh, come, take my hand

and run through playland.

So high, too high at the carnival.

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It was ten in the morning,

and she couldn't get out of it.

Surrounded by her four pillows,

she awoke in comfort.

The fragrance of homemade breakfast

filled the entire room.

Following the smell filled with love,

she walked to the kitchen.

The aroma of coffee invited a smile

she forged sleepily.

All that it was

— nothing but a dream.

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Do we analyse our dreams, or do the dreams analyse us?

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M.

Let me under your skin.

Uh-oh, there it goes.

I said too much, it overflowed.

Why do I always spill?