It's fine to ask for more
when you have nothing to lose.

When everyone is going forward
I find myself
leaning
backwards to the simpler things

Living The Dream, Or, An Existential Christmas Carol


My Longing stretched through realities,
towards them,
as I was creating the walls around me,
discovering, yet conjuring, what lies round each corner.
Shadows flicker across my face,
and it is fear holding out the light
that blinds me,
reverberating through silence,
deafening,
carving characters of insecurities
into dancing silhouettes.

I had that dream again where the window was wiped clean of it's view.
Dreaming is freedom
as defined by our own limits.

Taking strides, our eyes meet in a smile.
Him, pulling my hair, our bodies rolling, falling into each others spaces,
searching out the limits.
And I was anticipated for                                            
like in all my dreams.
Now, he's standing in my way, holding eternity
and I'm just a different colour,
the wrong colour.
He reaches out to me, to offer me this moment,
the only one in which anything can be done
And I...

Dream