Swirling in the sweetness of the time.

I have my journal and pen beside with me before I sleep. The moment I wake up I jot down the dreams through words weaving all the bits and pieces I remember.
Every dream is a puzzle piece I leave without finding the answer.
For, I do not seek the meaning of it but enjoy the journey of jumping through frames of my past, present and future in a snap of my sleep.

Swirling in the sweetness of time
Loving the facets of the past
I'm peaking the pandemonium
Through word
The image of my thought.

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