- How can I save this feeling in my heart?
I dreamt about this guy in my class
And we paired up for an exercise once
And maybe he’s been wandering
Secretly in my mind
But here he is now
Engraved on my thoughts for the rest of the day
Because of one dream.
Not just any type of dream though.
It’s One of those dreams that create a perfect image of him
Along with a feeling for him
That only dreams can create - and remind me
How much I want to be with someone
That gives me that feeling.
But I don’t think that feeling exists in the real world.
It’s just a glitch in your brain.
You had a dream about someone you barely know
Barely looked at
Barely touched before
And here is your brain creating a fake dreamland
About you and him being something more
Where you looked at him
And touched him
And felt him
And know him.
Then you wake up,
And you’re so desperate
To keep that beautiful feeling
That your brain doesn’t let go of it
And you go about your day
With a drug that will wear off by tonight
Because the glitch in your system
Allowed you to keep this dream
A little bit more in the real world too.
Maybe these are the small gifts from God,
Little essences of clouds
Brought to the human world
To give you hope that feelings and
People
And love like this exists.
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Melina Giorgalletou
Just a college student from Cyprus, living in NYC, trying to find herself through words and writing.
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