the stuff dreams are made of
[spoiler]All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy,
beg, borrow or steal.
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All that’s to come [/spoiler]
this is profound,
everything you do, no matter how tiny, creates who you are, anew
and in the slumber, you see the bits and pieces of who you were, who you want to be, who you have been, who you might be,
you see it all, its completely opposite, and it doesn’t seem to make sense
but it is all stored in your consciousness, this vastness we barely understand,
and we can barely hold on and remember, though night after night as pieces of sand slipping through fingers, we touch the illusion and in the touching, until it hits the beach and becomes integrated back into the one,
it was us,
we were there,
sometimes we know it
we talk about it
hey i am here, i found it,
i found the place of dreaming,
i am here, i know it,
