Hiding in the Head

My head hurts and I begin to write.

When Time Was Zero

The crispness of the fatal
arrival of my
natal thought of people's
daily betrayal
stung hard and soft
on my brain's tissue skin
fresh and lean.

Dream Scene :1

She came near me, her eyes hovering over mine, sensing my eyes on her. I could feel the environment becoming a dream, black and white dissolving into colors and colors becoming her. I could feel my own deep breath, only to realize it was her who was breathing deeply. I knew for sure my heart was pumping blood, but into her, frantically and rapidly. And then, I found myself floating away from the thought of freedom, I was freed from the necessity of being free.

Is a dream unreal because it is a lie or is a dream real because it is the absolute truth?

There is no such thing as the absolute truth, a dream is nothing less than life. A dream is simply a dream.