{"id":29,"date":"2015-09-14T11:13:37","date_gmt":"2015-09-14T18:13:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepencilspeaks.in\/?p=29"},"modified":"2015-09-14T11:13:37","modified_gmt":"2015-09-14T18:13:37","slug":"dreaming-reality","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepencilspeaks.in\/?p=29","title":{"rendered":"Dreaming reality&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>And slowly it descends on me<br \/>\nLike the rain from above the sky<br \/>\nI feel my flesh melting<br \/>\nAnd my soul seeping out through my skin<\/p>\n<p>I look around me to see<br \/>\nIf there are gardens here<br \/>\nOr have I been subjected to thorns<br \/>\nBut I am floating in space<\/p>\n<p>Below me there is no ground<br \/>\nAbove me there is no sky<br \/>\nI turn around to see if am alone<br \/>\nAnd yes I was alone, all alone<\/p>\n<p>I call to spirits &amp; ask them why<br \/>\nThey tell me that I can\u2019t escape<br \/>\nCan\u2019t escape my end<br \/>\nEven though my body is gone<\/p>\n<p>They tell me I need to fight<br \/>\nThat I need to overcome<br \/>\nThat if I don\u2019t I will be punished<br \/>\nTo not live &amp; not die as well<\/p>\n<p>I wake up looking around<br \/>\nHoping it was just a dream<br \/>\nThen I find him sleeping beside me<br \/>\nAnd his face reminding me of my end<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>And slowly it descends on me Like the rain from above the sky I feel my flesh melting And my soul seeping out through my skin I look around me to see If there are gardens here Or have I been subjected to thorns But I am floating in space Below me there is no<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"xf__dots\">&#8230;<\/span><a class=\"xf__more xf__button\" href=\"https:\/\/thepencilspeaks.in\/?p=29\">Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-29","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","xf__entry"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepencilspeaks.in\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepencilspeaks.in\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepencilspeaks.in\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepencilspeaks.in\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepencilspeaks.in\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=29"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/thepencilspeaks.in\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepencilspeaks.in\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=29"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepencilspeaks.in\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=29"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepencilspeaks.in\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=29"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}