A dream within a dream

A dream within a dream
Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

I feel shitty today. It's been seven days since we broke up and I'm still desperately in love with him. I have thought of him every single minute since we broke up. And the bad thing is that I'm sure he has only thought of me in passing, if at all. Le sigh.

This is my second favorite poem by Poe. My first favorite is Annabel Lee, look it up! I may post it sometime in the future.

A guy I was really close friends with, Mario, told me that trying to hold into control is like trying to grasp sand in a closed fist. The more you close it the more sand slips between your fingers. To have full control you must give up control. You must open your palm to hold more sand.