There was a dream land I used to go hide in.
One where clocks went the other way, but time somehow stood still.
I used to wear colours made from clouds right before they stormed over the seas.
I moved to music that brought back the dead for one last dance.
I sat alone in theatres that played that one movie scene from a childhood memory.
I laughed so much i was afraid someone would finally hear me.
I stood in the middle of glass halls whilst a forest grew outside.
I sat next to a herd of elephants whilst they showed me how to tame a waterfall.
I escaped here when i was a kid.
Endless seas, pale sands and towering cliffs of moonlight green.
Decades later, I'm back here. On a Monday morning.
Simply because nostalgia decided to be that friend that pops out of nowhere, pretending like you both didn't have a horrible fight a few years ago.
It was a dreamland.
It was a dream.
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