This is why I get to jump.
You can only run so much from your troubles, sorrows and despair.
Let the fucking heat drown you into sleep… the nightmares will wake you up for sure.
Whilst the dreams still linger on that hopeless part of your unconscious self.
Let the ravens fly above your bed, the only reminder of the corpse below.
Try to view it that way… as I tell you why you’re wrong.
Try to jump from a bridge, while you realize you just sleep on the porch outdoors.
Don’t give a fuck about it… Let the sweat purge the pain, the misery and the tears.
The pain is only powerful as you allow it to be. And it’s never gonna be as big as your love can be.
Wake up from this recurring nightmare. Run and grasp your dreams, your wishes and your love.
When in reality, they are still inside you, inside me.
You can only haunt yourself, if you’re a prisoner to your grief and your regret.
The dreams hold the actions to accomplish them… and they haven’t stopped.
As I live one dream, I dream of the next.
For when you’re a dreamer… you jump all the time.
The dream is mine.
kamotkreator
