I love dreams
I love that reality is a dream and dreams are reality, at least that's how I feel most of the time.
I feel crazy. But crazy is perfect, and fucked up is perfect, so I will be perfect
I always say I just write thoughts- but as my crazy poet friend always says "thoughts are poetry, everything is poetry" I might as well admit that I have written another thing-a-ma-bob-that-I-have-problems-defining
the world where we live
in parallel skies we sit together
in parallel rooms we drink tea
in the delta waters we find infinite time
it is easy to
get found with you
here, things aren't complex
here, things find themselves
here, I don't worry that we don't collide
in that place
where we should belong
I hold onto reflections, intentions, perfection
I hold onto embraces, those traces, space
I hold on so hard
that in waking makes me raw
you're disguised as the air
you're so gone that you're there
but I know you're waiting
by the
delta waters
there, we resume where we left off
there, we disregard earth's imprisonment
there by the delta waters
is the
world where we live
Yet another vague look into the depths of my dilemma.
Yours truly,
Happy Blogger
