I don’t know if any secrets kept from me. There may be secrets kept from me which may be why I don’t know about them. If they are kept from me, and their for my own good then I believe they should stay kept from me. If these secrets are something that isn’t protecting me then I feel like I should know. Hopefully there really aren’t any secrets.
Today we read a poem called a funeral in my brain. It was about how losing your mind can be as tragic as death. It goes through the fazes of losing your mind.
Something I don’t Really remember is a few of my dreams. Crazy enough, the dreams I don’t remember, even though I don’t remember them, they were my best dreams. I sometimes remember flashes of the dream hut then nothing else comes from that. Recently I haven’t had any dreams, but most of the time when I do, my dreams are horror related. It usually rare for me to have an actual happy dream. Maybe my dreams are always horror related because that is what I enjoy to watch.
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