lately, only the deceased
say they love me
in my dreams
they embrace me and advise me to persevere
though i’ve never see their faces
their voices are extremely familiar
foreign emotions of the dreamscape
live on into the waking landscape
i sense life’s purpose
though puzzled of its directive
traveling into its visionary status
adhering to its collective vibration
feeling like an alien being
living on a distant planet of my own making
i'm in a collective dream of the dead constantly reliving their presence
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