Love's Bitter Flow

Stranded in the land of lost dreams, I find myself amidst failed hopes, discarded promises, darkness and light. Myriad small droplets contain the broken, half-finished and littered remnants of a million nightly journeys. They lie, dark, pearlescent and unending; luring like ripened fruit. I lift up a droplet and gaze into someone else’s dreamscape, before lifting another and then another. Countless dark teardrops of other realities drip past my eyes, yet none give me the answers I seek.

Who has done this?

Why is this place familiar?

How am I here?