We Are The Ghosts

Imagine we when we are awake,
that we are in another form of the dream state.
In fact we are and are not totally aware,
that we are in different dimension with no time and air.
We are a projection if you will,
perhaps a hologram that is never still.
Then when we go to sleep at night,
visit different souls we don’t see in daylight.
This is just as real, but our consciousness
can’t remember it by will.
So in essence we are already dead,
we are thinking this dimension is real instead.

poem by Christina Sunrise
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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