day 16: dream.

You dream you are a fountain with water the color of birds and hunger. The air whispers abstracts of books you’ve forgotten to read. You are visited by a former love interest with palms full of saffron and Gabriel García Márquez magic. Your breath tastes of overripe bananas and nettle. You crave seaweed and sonnets. There are no walls, only doors with windows for knobs, so you cannot leave, but you can see out. See through. There is wood. Seven spiders wearing rouge and running shoes. There is emptiness. Or, a feeling of it. You hunger for dashes. You thirst for chandeliers and train tracks. None of this makes sense and yet, suddenly there is clarity.

One response to “day 16: dream.

  1. How do you say so much in so few words? How can you express such maturity having lived so few years? Thank you for starting my day off so satisfied that there is in this world at this time so much to be proud of. You are sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good!

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