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WHEN DREAMS CREEP THROUGH THE SEAMS OF REALITY

teh eng foo

The unfortunate souls dream the most.

One sleep, one world, one whole year.

Nuisance conflation of nonsenses,

making up whole new attachments.


These unrealistic shackles do know how to tackle my appetite.
chain me up to non-existing experiences, and show me what's not true

but the illusions and apparitions chime Heaven's bell.


My awakened soul recognises nothing but grief.


A different set of hooks dig deep into the nook and cranny within

my dreamlike realm, and have me beaten up until I appear as a bloody-

walloped man, and the screams chime Hell's bell.


My awakened soul recognises nothing but torture.


The dreams should not be of calloused memories, too much.
Not real, don't haunt me, not real, too much.
Memories that never happened, not real, too much.


Too much, leave, leave, but never erased.

Teh Eng Foo, a twenty-two-year-old trainee teacher (primary level) based in Malaysia, is an avid reader and an enthusiast in writing. Writing and indulging in a multitude of creative endeavours are integral parts of his life, serving as a means to create and sustain meanings that are durable, impactful, and fresh. Through his work, he aims to capture the essence of the human experience, weaving emotions, memories, observations, and reflections into evocative and thought-provoking pieces. He usually seeks solace and inspiration through writing, journaling, drawing, painting, crafting, and playing ukulele allowing his imagination to manifest in various forms.

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Medium: https://medium.com/@booboo_

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