Daydreams.
The mind wishes
it was someplace else,
living in some else’s house
driving someone else’s car
living someone else’s life
being someone else.

Night dreams,
from bits and pieces,
past perceptions, thoughts, emotions
thrown together to unscramble
unfinished fragments of the day.

They bring up old thoughts,
old emotions,
when life was chaotic,
and my mind could not put the pieces together,
trying to decode the mysteries
of why we loved
and why we parted.

The heart dreams of love,
to be loved.
The soul has given up
its dreams.
It just wants 
to live in the moment,
to experience the joy of being
without sorrow,
without any thoughts,
without any desires.