The Tower

The clock is there but the time never ticks.
Not when we are here together.
Just honesty, no tricks.
Feels like we’ve been here forever.

You are the prince and I was only a maiden,
But out of all the princesses you chose me.
“What do you see in me?” I thought back then.
“Just you…everything in you,” you said to me.

Before I knew you, I was defeated.
You rescued me from the wreck that was caused by the hurricane.
You picked me up and made me stand back on my feet,
When I thought I was close to being insane.

You took me to this tower,
a tower built so strong over the years.
You vowed to protect me with all your power,
just so I won’t need to shed another tears.

Never had anyone tried to protect me like you do.
Not only you protect me from the hurricane,
you also protect me from your own beast inside you.
So I don’t feel anymore pain.
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Thank you.

The Tower

My Dreams Saga #4: Bad Dreams

So it’s been a while since I last talked about my dreams because most of them weren’t that interesting. I finally had another dream that is probably worth sharing in a while. So last night I had a nightmare. Funny how every time I had a nightmare and waking up on the wrong side of the bed (aka: waking up extra grumpy), things just would not work well for me that day. More reasons to hate nightmares.

Anyways, it was weird because in this nightmare, I wasn’t scared at all. It seemed pretty normal to me somehow. Like normal dreams go, I could not remember the beginning at all, but the part that I could remember was seeing some of my family members – I think there was my mum and my brother – and friends – I remember seeing John – and we were all in this giant mansion that looked slightly Renaissance-ish. The weird part was that we were all singing and playing games, until one of the games turned horrific and somehow involved a giant axe. I remember laughing in my dreams while hitting that axe on someone’s neck repeatedly. I seemed to keep winning all the games in the dream so I ended up killing everyone but the worst part is, I remember sitting on top of a woman (I could not remember who exactly), strangling the life out of her with my two hands, and her fingers were pressing onto the sides of my upper arms, trying to get me away. Yes, I was laughing while doing this.

I woke up not long after, feeling incredibly cranky and grumpy somehow. I didn’t think much of the dream until I was about to take a shower. After I took off my clothes, I realised that I have two bruises on both of my upper arms, most likely in the exact position where the woman was holding onto in my dreams.

One thing you should know about me, I don’t bruise easily. It’s not like I get random bruises when I wake up from my sleep. After I saw these bruises, I remembered the woman I was strangling in my dreams, and to be honest I was scared. The bruises have faded by the time I was writing this post, but this morning when I took a shower, they were really fresh and yellowish-green, and they hurt when I touched them.

So there we go, something creepy for your weekend. Any thoughts of this?

P.S.: I swear I didn’t kill anyone for real lol

My Dreams Saga #4: Bad Dreams

Keep Your Faith in Me

Like the start of anything new,
We had a rough beginning.
Like learning a new skill,
It takes time and effort.

Time went by so quickly,
And I admit I’ve made many mistakes along the way.
But I kept on going.
I stayed. For you.

Why?
Because I love you.

I don’t say those words easily,
You would know that.
If I say it to you,
Believe me.

Just keep your faith in me.
I love you and only you.

Keep Your Faith in Me

Dreams, Dreams, Dreams.

I know how it feels to be living in your dream. 

Not the one where you feel like your dreams came true,

but literally you are living and breathing inside your dream.

You hate waking up because you wake up in a foreign place.

You can’t wait to fall asleep and drift into your dreams, every single night. 

Why?

Because in your dreams, he’s there. Smiling at you. Holding your hand. 

Just the two of you holding a seemingly endless conversation with an endless stash of hazelnut latte in your hands.

You can do whatever you both want. 

No rules, no restrictions, no judgments. No one else but you two.

He glides the palm of his hand against your cheek as he softly says, “I love you,”

You smiled at him, but as you were about to reply to his words, you woke up.

Alone in your bed.

While you slowly try to wake up, the warmth you felt on your cheek slowly disappeared.

Disappearing into the void.

It was then replaced by the warmth from your own tears.

You figuratively hit yourself in the head, having to constantly remind yourself that it did not happen.

Oh, but you wish it did. Or it will. 

You feel angry all the time because you are sick. 

Sick of all the terrible things happening in the real world.

None of these things happened in your dream.

You want to escape.

You want to live in your dream forever.

You know exactly the quickest route to escape.

But will you do it?

Dreams, Dreams, Dreams.