Saturday, November 26, 2011

This is not a poem, thanks

Every night before I went off to dreamland, I used to hear the sound of my ceiling fan.
Sometimes I even awake when my hamsters are playing among them.

Now all the surrounding noise has been sealed.
I hear my breathing & heartbeats louder than anything I ever dreamed.

In dream I hear things crashing.
And so do things smashing.

Does the two magical semibreves still lives?

I'am awake just to make sure that they still breves.

Alhamdulillah, its just my fear conquering.
You might not know what you are reading.

It just that I finally woke up from the world of dream.
This real world of dream.

Take care.

Love, Mediha