BitterSweet

I whisper “Bittersweet” as I escape to a dream. Once I drift, I start to see. I know what I am doing, I foresee the inevitable. In here I can switch the scene and control the ending.
Is it two of me? It has to be.

When I am conscious and when I am insensible. There are road ways I am unfamiliar with but yet I’ve been here. Time to divert. I pull in all directions, determined and true to the path ahead, steady as I tread through the sand. I need to backtrack to slow down this dream. This glass is half empty barely covering the surface, a low tide with fresh footprints still in the sand. Then I glance once more, glass half full never running over, the waves crashing through at high speed but never reaching me. This dream is unclear and complex, I am fulfilled but never fully?

Just wake up. I wish for bittersweet, A dream. Instead it’s sweet then bitter, Reality.

Interrupt this dream so I can stop wishing. Give me all the bad followed with your endless love, care and admiration. I’d love it and so will she. What’s needed for you, designed for you is disguised to you.Thinking it’ll somehow be masked , when in realization… It never was sweet, that’s a dream.