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I want a nook
where I can clean and cook
go outside to enjoy flowers and a brook
lay in a hammock with a good book
blow in air like laundry on a hook
and everywhere I looked
another breath is took

Words of Nefie

Here’s hope that the spirit of Venus takes over the spirit of Mars.

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The dreams are relentless. Sometimes, I wake up feeling a sickness. But, I feel it before I sleep as if a spell’s come over me. My vision becomes slightly blurred and a tingling sensation occurs. I know it will happen again; my dreams will be intense. Sometimes, I’m shaken like a nightmare has me awaken. It’s abrupt when I wake up. And, I’m in a cold sweat and have a loss of breath. I think to text and have the feelings expressed. But, just like in a drug induced high, I come down and my thoughts go sound. I breath, and, seemingly, from the spell I’ve been released. Then, I go back to sleep just to have similar dreams. So, no change in the tale; I’m still stuck in the spell.

This spell, a curse? When not dreaming, I feel the worse. I knew I was taking a risk the first time we kissed… I wanted bliss not knowing it would end like this. Who knew we’d mostly be apart where dreams would play the major part. Maybe, those times I didn’t text is why I feel this regret; all the feelings I didn’t share is the reason you don’t seem to care. But, I’m stuck in something, wishing I could back and make it nothing. Is it withdrawal? A symptom of sorrow? The dreams aren’t haunting; is the distant too daunting? I wish I could say what has me this way: a cycle of dreams and feeling unusual things. May it be taken away? May it stay? A curse or love spell, I just ask to be well.

Words of Nefie

Sometimes, it must be taken there; you must feel despair to repair.

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Sweet dreams to carry me gently to sleep
They engulf me in a love pure and deep
They tell me everything will be all right
They show me moon and stars in the darkest night
They remind me of days passed and to come
and that I’m alive because my journey is undone

Words of Nefie

You become automatically wrong when you’re more concerned about what looks right than what is right.

Words of Nefie

A dream made me see how easy it is to forget the selflessness of love. True love is not free of strife; it takes work. Though it can be such a self esteem boost, it’s not specifically meant to appease ego. It’s beyond you and me. It’s a sacrifice, for eternity.