There should be a word for it.
That feeling you get when you can’t shake a dream.
When the world gets a little more blurry and the blowing willow tree seeds look just like snowflakes dancing in the breeze.
But, they can’t be snowflakes because the sun is shining and it’s too hot outside.
And you couldn’t have been chased by men with knives, been betrayed by your friend or broken anyone out of prison.
But it does look like it’s snowing, and the feelings are there.
The terror of the night, the hurt and anger live on.
They are real in your mind.
It was all real in your mind.
Even now, when the sun is shining and the snow is falling, the feelings cling.
And it might be real- after all it’s snowing.
But it can’t be snowing, because the sun is shining and it’s too hot outside.
I wrote this…
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