Sta.sh
Ah the sky;
a purple wool blanket disintegrating upon the touch of the blue sea
of thoughts hanging miles above pondering heads of the world,
where gods must peer over the edge of their blankets, only to find
that the monsters under their beds, are us.
Have you ever Lived through something so unbelievable only to find
it was all a dream? Have you ever wondered if the gods we imagine
and dream about, are not fragments of our imagination, but quite
the opposite as we are to theirs?
What if we are the dreams of supreme beings,
what if we are the nightmares?
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