Love Life, Hate Kittens

In light of Inception, I found this poem I wrote in 2007 that reminded me of the movie. As far as the movie goes, I think even trying to analyze it would do it no justice.

Truth is subjective. Reality is as real as you can allow it to be. The more you tell a lie, the more you start believing it’s real. The more you walk in dreamland, the more you allow yourself to discredit the things you value in real life.

It’s sort of like drugs isn’t it? When reality becomes so painful, you walk on vicodin clouds. It becomes the reality you choose to live in. And life becomes glorious again. And least bearable. Whose to tell you that euphoria isn’t real.

And so it is.

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Before I wake, before I sleep, middle of the night
I indulge my senses with the taste of you
Feel your warmth, inhale the slight cologne
I take enough so that you can walk in my dreams
Follow me through trenches
Run through dark cemeteries
Race through hallways of an abandoned school
Build up anxiety and panic at whatever sick, twisted reality that I manifest
If the creatures of delusions could speak, they would tell you that I’m a sick fuck
They would tell you it’s useless to run
It’s my world
I stop, play, pause as I please
Don’t worry
In dreamland, you’re always my hero
The one I follow to the edge of the cliff
The one I close my eyes and trust
The one who valiantly attempts to rescue me
When I foolishly put myself in the midst of danger
But you never make it in time
Each and every time
I watch from the heavens of dreamland
Feed on your panic as you discover that I’m gone
Dead, beaten, bruised, choked, damaged
Whatever little deaths I desire
Enough pain to wake you in your sleep
Enough insecurities to rollover to the day
To make you tighten your grip around my waist
Whisper I love you’s in my ear
Ask me if I love you back in your hazy wake

Tell me you can never let me go
We’ll talk again in dreamland