This dream is not a fan.
A notebook is not the radio.

The dreamer reclines in a
salon with a curled Bob
on the side of her forehead
in the light of the tunnel
She sees through her
insecurities.

Try to dig deeper than
you can when you are
walking down the hill.

It hurts to scream from
the top of your lungs
you dream about the
impossible.
Anything can happen within
the drop of an eye.