To a princess of the imaginary realm: what is the possibility you’d open and let us in to see the parts of your reality?
I feel like I’m flying back to return to where I am, not where I was going, nor where I was, but the very moment of I am. With more knowledge in my head until it swelled and the thought that this is once in a lifetime and then we’re dead slowly I sunk farther into that bed. Deep, down and in between the coils of metal that give it the spring we need to regulate the motion. I lay horizontal to feel everything. And then the memory of those knees, our hands in the dark, that night I lost my keys and the regret that builds deep inside till it overflows and comes pouring out of me. I repeat over and over and over this is just a dream. I’m imagining…
Everything is never really as it seems. Awake in a bed, unsure if I’m dreaming of the woman floating over me. Unexpected, to say the very least. She spoke to me, I strained to hear, a sense that’s failing me. Among other things such as the teeth and the fear of something greater or that this is all we have. I’d be lying through gaps to say this was enough for me.
That feeling always comes back the one that feels like I’m being shrink-wrapped to be put upon some shelf, and that buzzing in my ears makes me fear that we’re all just full of shit and we’re totally fucked.
Meanwhile, back in my dream, I looked back at my life and began to laugh at all those silly things that seemed so impossible if I only had the courage to believe.
Can you believe (I wish I could express)
The things we could achieve (the many different ways)
With will to remain but the courage it (manifests) would take still (itself) seems so impossible
When you build your towers tall, you best prepare for the risk you take cause there’s no net to catch your fall. I fly through the sky with no fear in my drunken eyes to be distracted by the parked cars and the traffic lights coming through in Technicolor, neon bright. If I had to repeat, a thousand times, my life would play over and over again the same way every one thousand times until I entered oblivion.