domingo, 29 de novembro de 2015

Sleeping paranoia

He tried to get into the car I was in.
She tried to throw a brick and he fired rubber bullets at me.
Sleeping paranoia. I could use a break from it.
Wish I could dream of going somewhere by bus, plane or train. Not flying.
Wish I could dream about cats. Not dying.
My subconscious is as driven as me. As pushy as me.
Wish I could push my dreams away. The epic ones, anyway.

Nicole Rodrigues

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