dreams.

there was something i remember someone saying,
once,
about how they thought
my life should go.

they said it should have ended differently,
not the way i dreamed it.

i never told them how my dream went.

how everything was dark,
the sky fell down,
ripped the stars and the sun down
with it - crashing.

all i could do was run and run and run,
but the sun was coming down
burning everything up,
i was still alone.

then all at once it was stopped,
and i couldn't scream,
because there was no noise.