D r  e  a  m  i  n  g*
We immerse ourselves,
In *different reality,
And we wake up not knowing
If we already did.

It sent water
Gushing down
My  c h e e k s
Somethin'that
Lacks integrity:
A loved one
Being kidnapped. .
Taken away in an
E n v e l o p e,
And I can't remember how
I am crying
Over a paper.

As I hold my hand for you to hold,

You hold the hands of another.

As I lend you my ears,

You lean on another.

As I call out your name,

You respond;

















To the pleas of another.

*Am I that —

You told your truth,

And lay bare your soul.

You speak the words you say,

As those who hear feel your turbulent catharsis;

Or maybe it was just me.

As if when you speak you asked for pity,

You weren't right to feel remorse.

You told your truth,

As you were about to shed tears.

But I never saw even glistening in your eyes;

Or heard remorse in your tone.

I can only make either of two things true:

you lie.

or;

you are brave.

Brave enough to put your heart at ease,

When the tides come crashing down your ship;

Brave enough to say that you're fine,

When really your walls are about to crumble.

I adore you;

For I feel the bravery you try to emanate;









And the wailing hope you try holding together




I am but a stranger at crossroads;

*I happen to hear your voice

You astound me

For the words you speak turn into a masterpiece

You fill me with awe

As you pirouette your pen and out come your thoughts

You ignite the sleeping soul I try to oppress

And leave me breathless with just your statements

I've longed for someone like you.

Some say you lack finesse

I say they lack good taste

As everything you write stay true to me;






**Or maybe just for me

How foolish of the hopeless
to pray to the self righteous,
When hopelessness is written 
on each of their eyelids,
If only we could scribe,
with unblinded irises,
And unveil the silence,
of our unfounded biases.

As alien as I am to you...
I am just as so to myself.
Just as you are.
And are to me.
Dimensional relations.
Overlapping worlds.
The paper has folded and corners touch.
Still there is comfort...
A bond in the unfamiliar.
A brotherhood in strangeness.