Why must we

Dreams.

They are sometimes the best things on earth.

Sometimes they make me frustrated because they remind me of what I’ve lost and the past.

People I made sure I forget reaper in my dreams.

Memories I once threw in the garbage become rampant in my sleep.

Dreams aren’t as beautiful as people make them seem.

Sometimes we don’t want to sleep just so we won’t dream.

Sleep paralysis.

Vivid nightmares.

Sometimes sleep is a portal to a world we don’t want to see.

But some dreams are beautiful, I admit.

But why must we dream of the ugly, the confusing, the past and the terrifying?

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