"You are a breath of fresh air." He said in a way that was unlike the way the others had put it. "You are new air and new earth and you are the words that have not yet been written.” “ You are the beginning and the ending of a story that could never again be told. You are as fresh as the rising sun and the winds that welcome it sweetly across the horizon.” And somehow I do not feel reborn when I am around you. It is like you are the reincarnation of some great ancient being, and I am trapped behind the illusion that I am unique. My memories trapped inside a forgotten rebirth. My words trapped behind pale yellow teeth, as if they are gravestones challenging me that if I did speak, it would be the death of me.
This dream poem was written in 2016. I don't remember the dream or anything in it! Glad I have this creepy poem instead! :)
We're chasing each other around the tree. The fox and me. Always just shy of catching the other. Sharpening our teeth on the air we each leave behind. You took the tip off my tail. And I ripped the hair out of yours. You're the reason my hairs turned white. It's the stress. And something else, something deeper, more profound. Something that gets me out of bed in the morning, but forgets to put me back to sleep in the evening. We've been running for weeks now. And we can't stop. I'm just waiting to see who drops first. I think it's going to be me.