What’s In A Dream?

The sky changes to different colours all through the same day. Sometimes cloudy and sometimes clear. It’s almost the same as the thoughts of dreams we have. We can clearly define what we hold dear sometimes and other times it’s all a blur and like the sun buried behind clouds we can’t see the light.

The hours held by the night are always the same and yet the length of our nights are never the same. Sometimes long and sometimes short. You close your eyes and in an instant you’re staring at the morning sun or maybe you fail to close them at all. Sometimes in the darkness of closed eyes, pictures are formed. Pictures we can barely understand or that threaten to remain on our minds for the entire day.

I live my life chasing a reality of smiles and happiness within a thousand different dreams. Yet somehow it’s a reality that keeps eluding me. Every time I almost have it in my grasp it slips away and only later do I realize my hand is empty. I think about sleeping a little more but then I find myself dreaming a little less.

I start feeling the most alive within the confines of my sleep. I run towards freedom in deep dark tunnels within my mind but with every door I open I’m lost. I find that my dreams are not mine and I’m maybe chasing down chains in a hope to free. It’s as if the faster I run the faster everything around me moves.

You ever felt like you’re doing all you can to just stay in the same place? You ever felt like you were putting out a fire only for it to pop up in a new place? If only tears washed away the pain, then all our cries would end in happiness.

I get lost in the cackle of every fire on cold winter nights. Every tiny little ember that floats away takes me with it. I want to be cascaded in flames and if I should burn to ash. Let me remember how beautiful the love was before the heartbreak.

On days the sun seems to treat us a little bad. I take pleasure in every breath of that cool summer air. It dares me to chase it. To discover new places far far away. On days my mind has a calm that’s all to rare. I realize not having everything figured out is actually not that bad.

Don’t you find the deepest words to be the ones that sometimes don’t make sense but the make you think. So what’s in a dream? The ones we have while awake and those we experience only within our heads.

Is there a greater force out there that has a story to tell and we’re simply not listening? Or do our minds play tricks on us. What about those dreams we have awake, how will we ever know we’ll get there. I guess such is life. You can never win a race you don’t run.

Sometimes we’re either trapped in the most intricate and deepest of thoughts or it’s all just glorified nonsense.

Image credit: @theproducer_zimbabwe

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8 Comments Add yours

  1. Don’t you find the deepest words to be the ones that sometimes don’t make sense but the make you think. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥Yes

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  2. Closing my eyes at every third line
    Your paintings are vivid Madzika.
    Thank you.

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    1. teemadzika says:

      Thank you for reading fam🙏🏾

      Liked by 1 person

  3. Beaton says:

    I live my life chasing a reality of smiles and happiness within a thousand different dreams.

    I felt that!!!

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    1. teemadzika says:

      It was from the heart🙏🏾

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  4. Leaf-lets says:

    If we could only live our dreams.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. teemadzika says:

      If only we could…

      Like

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