Can you explain to me How it is to dream? It feels like I’ve been hiding from the sun…

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Can you explain to me How it is to dream? It feels like I’ve been hiding from the sun…
Dancing Trees
Red and black trees are reaching towards me rhythmically.
Bare the branches stand in front,
Blue skies that hold the moon and sun.
What has killed the cat
Ensured to me that
I’d get my answer
For worst and better.
Paused with mold in my palm
“Dont think too long” i thought.
There spawned a different type of guy that night
I tripped and took flight.
An hour had past and nothing changed
Is it strange that i don’t feel a thing?
Hold the gas by the fire
Ignite the tip then i slipped.
The walls they trailed
The sounds i heard
The perspective i had
The neon green grass.
The sky line shined, the moon’s a light in the night i lost control and threw up Legos.
The climate was non existent
For the moment it was static.
I was handed a glass that contained my town, i grabbed it and took a sip
Imagine drinking water without lips.
Entrapped by my lower denticles it stayed, my tongue an island in this cavity space.
Him who has no name feels the same
I know because he keeps asking me if he is okay.
“Yes” was my reply, “relax” i advised
My revelation became a resolution.
There was a way to break out of this looping lucid institution and that was through music.
On our endeavors together we transported to a place with better weather.
With the world projected
A stranger in my reflection
Peering down where i stand
The floor tiles began to dance.
These trees that speak to me made me question everything they tell me to believe.
I promenade away from that day not the same.
Rain held onto blades of grass like memories of the valued past.
I should have sat and embraced that feeling
The sun now burns, the moon is for healing
The plants are cryptic, they hold a secret.
Please don't dessert me baby
I know revenge is sweet but you've been mistaking salt for sugar lately...
Black. A silent very short story that allows the audience to assume their own meaning, message and mood for the film. Enjoy!
Written and directed by Exstnce & Skeye-Studios (me). Featuring Jay (me).
Our feelings were set in stone For she was medusa And I couldn't stop staring.
I Wrote my heart out in the sand The winds blew away my message It read "Forever and..." It'll never be finished.
You and I were the sky You were my moon, and my passion too hot Chase after the horizon where I hide behind at night just so today never stops
1 2 3 4 3: The arc of story telling...
By me, Ja (X)
I'm afraid to put more effort in I'm afraid to express my feelings I'm afraid of what's within I'm afraid to lose it all again I'm afraid to fall And to get back up won't be easy at all The world is so big and my problems are so small My mind starts racing at last call These are things I can't even tell my friends These are feelings I never thought I'd feel This is pain and what's insane is that I'm afraid I'll (never) fall in love again
Title: (Last call) 2am.