Or did I dream the whole thing?
Was I really flying
to the sky that held no amount of wonder
for those who are blind to the ground below?
Is it true?
That there is a wondrous world beyond
these fluffy condensation filled clouds, that no man has seen before?
The light from the sun is perpetually warm just like
a mother’s embrace
when your hearts been broken by the one you though you loved and
scars heal over;
The clouds are just as imagined as kids almost like cotton candy
or like the Sherpa throw that laid over the couch at your pa-pa’s place.
There are others here!
Not once do you feel the sting of loneliness that is perpetually taking over your life
like the plague that carved a black ring and stained the lives of many.
This is almost too good to be real
I don’t want to leave,
Who is that? Who is calling so casually?
is that my name?
no one knows my name here…
The feeling of falling is one that no one enjoys that sinking feeling at the bottom of your stomach
that makes it jump up into your throat choking you with frog lips and eyes
This wasn’t falling
This was pulling
this is… this wasn’t what I wanted!
What are you doing? Leave me alone the darkness is something to be avoided
no one likes the dark
it’s a thief stripping you of what little you have and leaving you buck naked on the
side of the road with no control over who sees you
your limbs are heavy from the fall.
Bright but synthetic
no comfort at all
but blinding all the same
I would rather take blindness over this clammy feeling in my palms,
why is it wet?
Why are you thanking God? He has nothing to do with this horrible feeling
why did you take me from that place?
They said I had been sleeping,
I spoke of the warmth and happiness I was able to feel for the first time
and the anger I was feeling at the loss of such a dream
It wasn’t real
Or did I dream it
to make it real?