someone stole something around the colour of your eyes
burglarized, the tears that you readily gave away
we are made of such flimsy corporeality
and some days gravity is too much to carry
i want so much for birds to teach me how to dream
and the wind to tell me how to break free
i want your song stuck in my head
wrapped in my mind
a tangle of vines & flowers with new colors in your painted art
i question to think that just by waking up means a good morning
your voice in my ear like sleep wanting dream
sleep where i see you, then
i would realise i do not love anymore, the sun rising.
I guess I should start by saying that I don't really believe in other universes or alternate dimensions.
But sometimes I like the idea of manipulating where I am now into something... better?
Only to find that I'm not in that kind of better place.
So... until I reach that realization again, here I go.
In another universe, we met at the auditions for my first musical. I wasn't scared to audition because I finally wanted to put myself out there as a singer.
We both get chorus parts... figures.
In another dimension, I was told to pursue my music career like it was the most important decision I was ever going to make.
I stick with it.
In another timeline, I spent every lunch hour making friends laugh at my dumb jokes.
In another universe, I never lost those friends.
In another timeline, those texts never made it to their phone. Maybe they didn't even get on the ship.
In another dimension, I never stopped hugging you.
In another world, I stuck with friends I had.
In another universe, there was never that fight. We never had a falling out, and there was never a time where we stopped being friends.
In another universe, I never got on that plane to Paris.
In another timeline, I finally recovered from losing all my friends. I finally got better.
In another dimension, I stopped writing about how much the past 5 months broke me.
In another universe I never hesitated to text anyone for fear of interrupting their life.
In another world, I never recover.
In another dimension, I never get over it. I let it consume me and I commit suicide. I never said anything to let anyone know when the end would come.
In another world, I spoke up and said I miss you.
In another dimension, we never met.
I guess that would be a sad place to be.
In another universe...
It never rained on the pride parade downtown. It stayed sunny, and people kept walking in full glow of their personality.
In another world, I did something or said something worthwhile.
In another dimension
In another universe
In another world
In another life...
I was gonna be okay.
And I knew somehow...
That we'd be there.
But none of these alternate realities exist.
I guess I just like the idea of another outcome.