Brandy Danielle Nicholson

Dreaming dreams of a dreamy dreamer dreams the dream of dreaming dreamsters.

ive thrown your favorite frisbee out to sea in hopes you can never return to me you have to fetch and i have to go ill never look back i hope you know be a good boy yield your treat enjoy it knowing you can never enjoy me close your eyes and think of the past remember your bushied eyed times they can never last remember me funny dont forget to laugh remember me hunny cause ill never look back im lookin for a heart of my own a bartered heart someone stole im searching for a wilted truth i could never find among callow youth

I need you for this. I need you for me. I need you so that I can be the one to see you. I need to see those lips. Lips that bring forth the torture of my soul whilest breeding a love I've never known. I need those fingers to gently caress my skin, grab me, and force me to begin again. I need your words to inspire me. I need to know of the universe and breathe in the life that surrounds me. I need your charisma to haunt my dreams. Find me. I need you to know and console me.  I want you when I find everything.

Reality can't be real if you claim it to be. Clarity won't be clear if you believe. The truth will not come with honesty. Transcendence is found through brevity.

She shared her revelations and felt human for the first time in her life.

The only necessity of life is death.

I sometimes forget which life is a dream and how things could be as they seem. I dream to wish I'm awake and I awake to wish I'm dreaming. How is a dream a dream, and of which dream do I speak? I dream as I'm awake and I awake to dream. Nothing in my dream is as I need it to be. The memories are lost amongst reality. Nothing is as real as I dream it to be. Everything is greater than me. I live a distorted reality.

The ruse of the muse remains silent still. The capture of the keys are forgotten in rhyme. The smallest        period                 of                    line                         divides. While the wilted stories are sparing time. And the lucious intent of mine divine. The night        reminds me                         of nature's design. The emotions rewarding your time to spare. Ready as I'll ever be is   never           ready      ...

We lie wrapped in the arms of the galaxy, swirling toward an interminable doom, approaching the event horizon of the most secret, darkest matter in existence. What is beyond and what is to come are through the gateway to a sister universe. I am coated as you are coated as we are all coated in the stars and galaxies and mysteries of the universe. We are warmed by the cold silence. We are alive but by the precious explosions of stars. We are screaming to be heard, begging to seize the hope that we are not alone. We are comforted in the false knowledge that we are it, we are special. We are amused by the unintentional paradox as we spin. Full circle.