The Impossible

These dreams. Psychedelic dreams. Untouchable yet, describable-- in some ways. One moment turns into something else-- like mixing drinks, experiencing a different taste-- between sweet and sour--hot and cold-- the gray area mushes, turning into a hybrid form. Interpretations will only add to a stack of questions. Trying to figure out--deciphering the meanings behind what's already confusing. The brain fiddles and play with scenarios. Like an unsolved mystery--cliffhangers. Perhaps it reveals our deepest desires. Perhaps it reveals our truest natures. Waking up is pointless. It ends the adventure. Even nightmares can be fun--heart races. Sometimes we try to revert the traces. Clues are left behind like memories--quickly faded. These dreams. Psychotic it seems. Prescriptions--Doctor recommendations. Insomniac relations--day dreaming of immeasurable temptations. Deprived of ecstatic doses--medicine will only nourish addictions. Shut your eyes and try to fall. Wake up and it will all dissolve to nothing at all. Dreams are what we strive for. Dreams are what we yearn for. Dreams---they are what we live for.