There is a thin line between a daydream and ...
...a dream forged at night...
For with eyes closed, u see with your imagination...
A feeling close to painting on a transparent canvas...
Floating in the subconscious with reckless abandon...
The thrill is undeniable...
The colors bright, in contrast to the darkness of the night...
Wishes and desires stretch out their limbs...
And take form slowly like illusions...
At first tentative, like the uncertain steps of an infant...
U totter on the edge of reason and consciousness...
Then you let go and slowly merge with the vapors of your mind...
But a daydream is different...
With eyes wide open, the sensation is a'kin to a self induced trance...
The imagery though blurry, feels like deja-vu...
Flashes of color, intertwined with monochromatic shades...
Like a blast of cold wind on a summer afternoon...
Tell-tales to the dreams of the night...
U open ur eyes to realize that they are vacant...
Though the sun shines bright overhead, the moon glows in your view...
illumination provided by sparkling stars...
Then in a split second, the sensation fades...
And u wonder if it ever happened at all...
Clarity returns with the wind's whisper in my ears...
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