“If a scientist could figure out how to align the heart with the brain, there would be very little agony left in the world.” 

― Colleen Hoover, All Your Perfects

Last night, I dreamed about something,
Something really worth dreaming.
I loved the way it felt from my mind,
It’s love but a different kind.

Last night, I dreamed about living,
A life of something not just breathing.
I didn’t feel suffocated,
It didn’t feel polluted.

I loved the way how dreams can lure you,
Make an escape from the life that imprisons you.
I loved the way it healed me,
An escape from my creeping insanity.

Like an abstract art it made me think,
I’m not looking at the bottom of the sink.
When monsters and dragons come rushing at me,
I just sleep and dream about my own reality.

I tried to escape from my messed up society,
Because every time I came back ‘it’ welcomes me.
It will come at my front door knocking,
So I choose my only solution – dreaming.

I always waited for the coming of the moon,
I waited for the overpowering darkness.
I wanted to know what’s coming soon,
To the dream I left when the sun screamed loneliness.

It’s funny how people see love in concrete form,
It’s a useless mundane norm.
Love is not only about being loved from the start,
It is the feeling when love slowly fills your empty heart.

Love is not only about how you face reality,
My kind of love makes me feel secure in this broken city.
My love was from my ticking mind,
I loved the way I lose my mind.

Now I think I’m insane,
From all these thoughts in my brain.
What if I just sleep forever?
Can I find my happily ever after?

This is the first time I will be leaving a short note after a post for Febrary. I just wanted to give a short explanation for those who are left confused with my post. This is an old poem I made when I was young. It was made whimsically. Encephalon is another term for the brain. When I read this quotation from “All Your Perfects”, I felt that this was perfect (pun unintended) for it. It shows my love for my dreams that became my escape. Controlling dreams amazed me and sometimes it would also confuse me from what’s real and not.

This poem deviates to an ordinary kind of love. It’s love from within. Accepting our flaws and what makes us whole. When we do this, we can truly love ourselves and maybe we may finally achieve control.

I really love this quote as it can be interpreted differently. Sometimes it’s the battle inside that hinders us from being able to love or be loved. I feel like I really connected with this one, so I shared a personal poem of mine.

Hoped you liked it! Tomorrow the word will be “agape”, or unconditional love. Stay tuned!

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