Today, I dreamt

after 6 months of a tiring spell revoked,

I dreamt.


I didn’t dream about a world with no borders,

or a peaceful state of life where eternal bliss survived,

or a habitat with no insecurities or illness,

but I dreamt of selfish motives where I,

I had no borders to scratch against to breathe (my house).

I had peace of mind with eternal bliss of no insecurities of failing and drowning in the pool of lies (my school),

where I had a normal childhood with no mental illness to survive with.


I dreamt a lovely dream, and I still remember how I woke,

I was in an ICU bleeding red, getting high on morphine, as the doctors helped me breathe

another day, another dream.