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I Dream Without Sound

by tradere

I dream without sound. I see color on black and white television sets. I won't stay between the lines. I feel things others can't percieve. I don't know about people. I can't look love in the eyes. I ride energy. I believe in eskimo kisses. I celebrate life, not holidays. I found paradise. I wish upon rainbows. I swim with dolphins and sharks. I fear fear. I associate with danger. I understand pain. I could be a lost soul. I always go to work when I'm sick. I know that it's all in my head. I trust smiles. I listen to birds. I talk to plants. I pray to the earth. I translate to ghosts. I can't stop writing. I dance better with the lights off. I always play to win. I'll never grow up. Will this ever end? I hope not...

I never wear shoes...not even to work. I crave chaos. I have too many pillows. I can't hardly wait. I thought it's never too late. I collect shells by the ocean. I mistake Water for God. I cover my ego with a band-aid. I long for my bed. I clash with the ordinary. I see no point in bored games. I have to remind myself the truth. I don't appreciate time. I can't see your point. What was mine?

By: Joseph DeMarco




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