When I Can't Do Anything Else

Sweet Dreams

Sweet dreams are made of leaves;

Core is in a multidimensional high,
Wings spread atop your head,
Physical entity morphing into happy sighs,
Cranium bursting out in the cracks, leaking spectrums in your bed,

Someone you know is there, or the last face you saw today,
Memories of broken feathers, sailing where the winds flew away,

Pathways constructed with golden piano tiles,
And here comes a traveling high-five from three years ago,
Adhering a new premonition of different styles,
Abusing your sense of direction in this land of deja vu,
Throwing a knock-knock joke or two,

Silent eyes and loud ears, everything can be heard and seen,
Away from earshot nor sight, you can enjoy your own world within,

In a world where everything is falling leaves,
A tree with browns and greens, a flurry of old's and new's,
With silhouetted jawlines, and good, reminiscent laughter
Blurred outlines of stars and the night, all aligned by your mind,
In a place of leaves, hopping between worlds upon different worlds,
A hand held between your own, and you know that there's someone there,
Created in a cloud suspended above your skull,
Looking down on everybody at the ground,
Oozing out like a puff of fuzzy omnipotence,
They'll always be here in a shade of iridescent hazel,
You'll remember it like yesterday, a ghost of a smile in your lips,

Sweet dreams are made of leaves;
I catch one by my hand, and it will always come back to you

//k.u.

(: Helly_xD