I'm not slow to fall asleep, my toes and palms are so tired that I knock on the door of nightmares as soon as possible. Guitar melodies of an unknown musician are ringing in my ears. I may have heard it from the window of a house on the road or from underground while walking by stepping on the ground. I have always had such daydreams, I have always lived a life under the influence of dreams. I am a tightrope walker pulled to the edge of reality and the realm of dreams. Clowns try to squirt water at me and throw me off balance, but I have an incredible ability to balance. They also say that my father has the same talent, I never knew him. I vaguely remember his face, or was that real too? Isn't that the man in the big hat sitting in the shade under the awning of nightmares? Does he create surreal objects that disturb me every time I sleep?



April, 2023 by Demon Ego