Diving

Falling

Dreaming

How can one fall asleep
when in waking, our souls
are thrust, without remorse
ever towards the ground?












To fall, like so many before,
on hubris soaked wings
and saltwater dreams
echoed across the uncaring sky.












To dream, between waking,
of being something different entirely-
a fifth state of matter
unchained to each other.












Only to discover in vain
that you were never like them;
just a cheap mold of what
you assumed them to be.












A decoration in the shape
of humanity- a mirage
in the vast desert of your
own misunderstandings.












How can we fall in love
when we’re separate
creatures? How can we
become one in the same?












The stitching on my side,
just above my appendix,
tells me we used to be-
why can't we be again?












You tell me about your dreams.
The ones you had last night
and the ones you’ve held
since you were a child.


















I don't dream.