Why are the nights brighter and less delusive, than broad daylight?
Is it because I know it’s a dream I’m observing?
Is it the lack of cause and effect?
Is it the knowledge of not being punished?
Am I innocent? Can I convince myself, that I did no harm?
Did it ever cross my mind, that I won’t stop suffering?
Will I ever give it a rest?
The only chance my heart gets to speak to me – the only truth and desires – is when I dream. And I am not listening! Not even then!
What does that tell you about me?