I wish I would just stop
dreaming of you.
If only I could erase you…
you and that deceptive world that appears to me in my sleep.
I walk the streets that don’t exist
through a crowd of carton, no faces, no names.
My mind has designed cities,
visions of perfection.
And I’ve placed you amongst all that.
You don’t deserve my dreams.
Stop feeding with hours of me reverie and slices of my consciousness.
I don’t want to spend the day waiting for the night.
I don’t want ever to feel sorry for waking up.

I’m a computer.
I’m nor brain, nor soul, nor hope.
I’m a whole.
And somewhere inside me is the operator too…
But it’s been forgetting to work properly.
Tomorrow I’ll find it, and I’ll fix myself.
Until then…
Sweet dreams brain, sweet dreams soul, sweet dreams hope