We study all the time about the world.

About what goes on outside ourselves.

About the sun and the moon and places far beyond.

But what goes on inside our minds?

What makes us who we are, as individuals, and as humans?

What instincts overtake us,

making decisions that we don't consciously know

till a moment after the process is already over inside us?

We tend to push the thoughts away

because we know that what has to happen will happen.

What we don't realize is that we can do so much more

if we knew our own uses.

We have more to learn about the ourselves,

as who we are and our purpose,

than we have to learn about other grand things!

Take a moment

to recognize the other you

inside yourself.

The creepy door;

The creepy gate;

The creepy sound

that makes you wait;

If you're reading this,

it's already too late.

The creepy portrait placed

creepily from bottom to top;

The creepy prop most definitely doesn't

look like a creepy prop;

If you're reading this,

well, you've got to stop.

You're reading on (!)

I know as a fact.

In my creepiness,

have I lacked?

I used the word 'creepy'

exactly eight times.

I made sure

every paragraph rhymes!

Well, hopefully something else

will scare you hard.

(Here's a hint:

It's not my report card.)

As it pours down outside,

and I sit here going type, type, type,

so many thoughts fill my head.

Perhaps as many as there are

drops of water from the sky.

About today and tomorrow,

about this and that.

And I wonder,

will I be able to collect my thoughts,

and sit down for one evening

that I can give to just myself?

When nobody else will awake me,

and when I can be myself,

without the world's opinion and knowing.

A place where I can blanket myself

with my own two arms,

and cuddle up, and forget

about everything I know.

And all of this

lulls me into sleep,

and my thoughts are washed away.

The rain pours on.

The night

my dream came,

I was transported

to the clouds.

And it was beautiful.

The full moon

just within my reach,

and the whole sky lit up

with stars,

and my cloud

glowing palely.

So I bent down

and took a bite,

and was hit

with a wave

of sour,

of bitter,

of spice.

But I chewed on,

for I knew

the sweetness would come.

And then it came:

big and bold and beautiful.

Overpowered and overthrown,

I knelt down,

and swallowed.

And looking up,

I saw the whole cloud,

its silver lining glinting,

daring me

to take another bite.

I sit here,

waiting

for my dream

to come

and lift me up,

and give me peace.

For giving me joy would

only make me weak.

Because I wouldn't know

sorrow.

I would find

hope, harmony

within my dream,

and that

would give me strength.

But till then,

I guess,

I'll just sit,

and wait.

Last night,

I had a dream.

I was out of this world

...or so it seemed.

The grass was green,

the sky was blue,

and there was no one else;

just me and you.

And we were so free!

We could paint the sky,

we could eat the clouds,

and we could jump and fly!

Then the dream ended,

just as I took your hand,

for it doesn’t exist,

such a land.