bad dreams
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Dreams I
How sad a good dream can be.
I saw you there once, you know.
Just to wake & realize
you were a good dream away.
I mean,
even the nightmares aren’t that cruel.
An image in the darkness, a silhouette a face
walking slowly, walking surely, make sound without a trace
rumbled lowly as a pulse, as a heart beat of a drum,
with an echo hollow ringing, and the panting breath undone.
I am a bird meant for flight,Beautiful plumage and a mind to the right.I am fed lies of fame and money,I am the bird of milk and honey.I want to act and I want to sing,But maybe "lawyering" is your thing.
another wave of nostalgia that i’m drowning under,
which makes me wonder
if i ever grew up outside of height,
because i might
be stuck in the same situation;
jammed seatbelt.
