Rapid eye movement sleep Let’s not part ways and say, “Goodnight and Go”. What happens when we sleep? When we all fall asleep, where do we go?
Counting sheep through the night Ignite the fire of the losing side. A bad guy acting like a Knight. Sleep within sleep in side by side.
We are only good at being bad. They should see us in a crown! Wait for the plastic faces turned into sad. Critics frown on the idea of going down.
Are we the product of a problem we could not alter? That is why our rendezvous’ quite blurry and fuzzy. But I’m counting 1,2,3 for it doesn’t matter. As long as I see you in whole not in mazy.
I don’t want to wake up in this beautiful nightmare. 3-dimensional space as they call it, “The Further”. I’ll be calm and collected in this dream we share. As we bury the hatchet when we bury a friend right there.
I just hope I could draw a map that will lead to you Wear your cologne, so that I could go straight in a perfect time. Do not let me let you go when my heart’s not blue but hue. Hold me tight, you’re my strange addiction like a dime.
In this place, life is an endless story. Captivated by the view, you and I both created The place has no name to say in a hurry Paper town as it is, so as our names stamped and cemented.
REM sleep; dream vividly. Two hearts become 1 in intensity Goodbye for now as lights down low slowly In sleep, we’ll meet again in the loop of serenity.
*The poem was born out of love and obsession to the album of Billie Eilish entitled, “When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go?”
The guy I have never met in my existence. The guy who are just standing there, yes, just standing there with his eyes mysteriously and nonchalantly talking to you to come near him and join him on the abyss of nowhere where light versus dark phenomenon existed – echoing like cacophony, but a beautiful disaster; a beautiful trauma for me. What does this dream imply? Who is this guy? Why does this guy keep on coming back to me – IN MY DREAMS? Is this a constant reminder of something? Mmmhhh… Hideous? Appealing? Bane? Boon? Is this a loop that I must figure out the connection between me and him? Or is this a sign?
All my life, I have never felt a dream that consciously bothering me, that keeps me awake in the middle of the coldest night. A guy in between average and model–like physique (as what I remember about him), bright blonde yet short curvaceous hair, mystique foreign face, sun kissed skin (probably because of the sunny weather), rosy lips like Boselli, an aquiline nose like Harry and eyes bluer than the Circassian sea like Percy is looking at me (like I am a piece of meat, I guess) as the motion of the sea and the dancing coconut trees acting like a Morse code signaling you to come near him. His smile, not catatonic, but a lavishing expression of singularity (in a good way), alluring you like two magnets perfectly destined to match. The effervescent of the light surrounding the guy in a neon classic garments in a summer beach (to hell the place, I do not know) is somewhat magical in the eyes of many circling around him. How can you escape in that charm when you are enchanted by his appearance? The parallelism of our differences seems like a gateway of a mutual understanding of two atypical worlds – the upside down.
Perplexing thoughts billowing amidst the certainty of the great unknown. But there’s nothing settled in a place called dream, for it is only just a dream. A loop kind of a dream wherein I keep on coming back in time where I met him. But just when I grabbed the opportunity to go near him (wherein I run swiftly towards him), that’s when the guy disappeared like tears in the rain slowly evaporating in the air. Then, I woke up hyperventilating that it seemed like the oxygen that I breathe made me dizzy. And yet, here I am, trying to sleep back again hoping I could go back to the place I met him.
To the guy I met in a dream: if you are real, I would very much like to meet and talk to you for I need answers to the questions hounding in the back of my mind. If you are real, I need to see you. If you are real, I got to find you, so that the war in me will come at peace and I will stop contemplating and going crazy pondering that you are just a subtle reminder of a smoke and mirrors. You are such a dream to me!
But until then (if I could go back), I would definitely like to see you in my dreams, again and again… and again.