There are these 'beautiful yet cursed dreams,'
that haunt me day and night,
causing me to lose touch with reality
as I hopelessly dream of flight.

These dreams are the kind that destroy me,
causing my day to become disrupt,
letting me fall back down
as soon as my eyes open back up.

I grasp and search, high and low,
waking up with utmost dismay,
when these fragile little wisps disappear,
broken and pitiful- beautiful in their own way.

my dreams have ruined me once more...
and i think i'm ready for them to do it all over again.