Dreaming
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Yesterday I was walking down the streets
and so I started to dream.
I started to dream about you and me.
About how far stars are
and about falling apart.
Disintegrating,
like sand,
like stars dust
(that's what we are)
Yesterday I was preparing myself a coffee
and so I started to dream again.
About my home
and about growing old.
With you by my side,
with you in my mind.
I dreamt (that in the end) everything was fine.
That you and I were going to be alright.
That time never passed by,
and nothing was left behind.
No thing between us.
No thing to be over crying about.
Nothing.
Yesterday I was reading a book
and so I started to dream.
I started to dream about the future.
About our death
and about disintegrating,
falling apart,
in the emptiness of the universe
and disappearing,
like air,
like God.
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