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Geremia
Geremia
Mar 12, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

THE FURIES

   THE FURIES I wake to an unknown day again And Stumble through my reverie Holding on to nighttime dreamsUntilThe demons of reality Find me Hiding in the light of  my fantasies Like Furies ravenous for the kill 
They steal my soul  Dragging me as I goQuietlyTo places I don't want to know    
— Geremia, Mar 12, 2009

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Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

17 years 2 months ago

Like a play

That makes me smile although it shouldn't! I know what you mean and that is deadly serious. I still like the way you put it, theatrically tangible: stumbling through your reverie; holding onto the night's dream; demons of reality; hiding in the LIGHT of your fantasies; Furies and ravenous..; stealing your soul and then DRAGGING you...oh oh oh oh. So dramatic, melodramatic in fact, and maybe even how more of us than yourself feel in the early hours of the morning, dragging ourselves from the comfort of bed; in our case from the warmth, in Winter time anyway. But the icy water on one's face soon acts a little devilishly and I wake fully up in one second. Yours Anniuska