Every night when I go to sleep, I dream. Different lives are lived and still many more emotions that have roots in my bones felt. I can feel the tension in my muscles. It seems very real and yet… it is nothing but a dream. And when I wake up, I can remember none of it. Nothing. It’s just a black wall.
Every morning, I try in vain to capture some part of the elusive dream. Where do they disappear into… Its not like there is so much of space inside my brain.
Just why can’t I remember them….