I have a theory about dreams.
I believe they reflect an
intuition of certain moments.
I recall this one dream I had
years ago.
There was a cottage blanketed in white.
A girl was reading by the window sill,
unbeknownst of the beauty outside.
Yesterday, I had the same dream,
except for a certain detail.
The scenery outside was filled
with flowers and greenery.
The girl was still reading.
My revisitation showed to me
that a certain thing can
consume every part of your brain,
but you have to look up
in order to enjoy the beauty at times.
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