a pictureless dream

I had a dream today... a dream unlike any other...
A dream without images...
A dream without characters...

It was pitch black... There was nothing to see...
Only beautiful soft sounds played at the back of my head...
And the words, they drifted to me...
The lyrics, sad and haunting...

"precious and fragile things...
need special handling...
my God what have we done to you?"

It played repeatedly...
Pulling me...
Immersing me...
Sinking me...
And there I drowned in melancholy...

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When I opened my eyes to reality... everything else felt blurry.
But my dear heart, it spoke to me...

Nothing hurts more than trying your best,
only to be told that it wasn't good enough.
Nothing aches more than waiting for that lil understanding,
only to leave in forlorn resignation.
And nothing... nothing kills more than believing that everything is possible,
only to surrender to the painful reality that maybe it just isn't.

Dreams are beautiful...
Time is precious...
Love is fragile...
Everything and everyone needs attention.

But I had forgotten...
That I am precious... that I am fragile...
And that I too...

Need special handling



Listen to:
Precious by Depeche Mode