Today I dreamt with ghosts and butterflies.
Both shared contrasting symbolisms
Glowing in dark transparency
Or hidden-ly invisible?
I'm lonely in the classroom.
Nobody is interested in me.
I'm wearing a bright blue sky shirt
with my upper botton unbuttoned
letting my hair go oblivious
to the bullets that are being shot through.
I don't know what's wrong in people:
they love the unlovable
they like the unlikely.
Shallow portraits of intimate light
getting lost in the flinch of an eye.
And
just like that: my dream dissapears.
Right where the sun meets the sky
and the tales of the night
flicker, in the bright moonlight.
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 3:23 AM UTC
Today I dreamt with ghosts and butterflies.
Both shared contrasting symbolisms
Glowing in dark transparency
Or hidden-ly invisible?
I'm lonely in the classroom.
Nobody is interested in me.
I'm wearing a bright blue sky shirt
with my upper botton unbuttoned
letting my hair go oblivious
to the bullets that are being shot through.
I don't know what's wrong in people:
they love the unlovable
they like the unlikely.
Shallow portraits of intimate light
getting lost in the flinch of an eye.
And
just like that: my dream dissapears.
Right where the sun meets the sky
and the tales of the night
flicker, in the bright moonlight.
This is a portrait of the precious insights that inhabit dreams but that get lost faster than the blink of an eye.
Dreams are our most intimate portrait of our inner-world. They must not be overlooked.