Some old writing I did

The incoherent daze of waking up from the illusions that you were once somewhere else. Though, this is because I was once somewhere else before I was here. The city on the edge of forever. But I can remember these dreams upon dreams. This fainting moment of daze lasts mere seconds but this allows us to pierce the veil into the forgotten realm of sleep. The rapidly shifting emotions that feel like lifetimes are impressed upon the mold that is the mind. They make us angry, cry, love. For those that walk the land between night and day feel both the heat of the day, and the cold of the night.