Within My Looking Glass Lies The Forgotten Past

Oh, my God! I am crazy!
It rushes into my mind, all those things I had forgotten.
It means so much, seen within those dreams.
A mirror in time, I saw this in a dream once.
I was there before it happened, but it happened all the time.
I saw this in a dream once, my long forgotten memories.
Yes, those I adore....maybe, once upon a dream.
I'm writing bad poetry in the dark; oh, my!
Where am I?
Maybe once upon a dream...I was there once, remember?
A song in the background.
In a novel holding fantasy.
Ghosts of my childhood, dance before me.
Ancient riddles lost with time.
I'll be a modern day Keats....the new Queen of Poetry....
Once upon a midnight story.
We call this.....I wonder, it was lost on a path decayed.
Poor Keats sad was his story.
Which brings me to the riddles of time; I'm writing history.
It brings me back to my point that any genius is crazy.
See it in Van Gogh or even Hemmingway.
This is why I'm schizophrenic.
Why is schizophrenia only diagnosed in adulthood?
They should catch it early.
I wish those voices would shut up, but maybe I'm acting.
It's one of those movie scenes, like a once upon a time, we need to stop talking.
Another cliche; oh, really?
Once upon a time; is past tense, right?
The secret to creating a good television serieses is the ability to keep several story lines going simultaneously.
Relatable characters, catchy music, clever humours, and lovely plethora of details....
Conversation is poetry, it has it's own rhythm.
Japan kinda scares me!
They've surely got skeletons in their closets, you can tell by their television.
I mean think about it, really.
Normalcy is starting to sound really good....and I can have both a Lifetime Movie Network and IFC
Fads are subliminal messaging, it has to do with politics...Orwell and Huxley were right.