spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Last night I dreamt you came home
I opened my eyes
The bed was empty
You weren’t there
Damn you, dreams
Building up false hope
Reality is where I need to live
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Dream state: you’re home
Reality: I’m alone
Dream state: you’re cuddled up beside me
Reality: it’s cold
Dream state: you’ll never go again
Reality…. sucks
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Maybe dreams aren’t so bad
Perhaps I can close my eyes
Just a little longer
Time will pass swiftly
You’ll be home again
And my arms won’t ache
For that’s where you’ll be once more
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I think the longing, the hurt and the love that pours out of some that feel so much is like combustion. Or maybe an implosion? You put all of yourself, in your writing. Thank you for sharing it. I’m empathetic to your words.
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I am pretty transparent when I write. That is, when it’s not my imagination taking over. Thank you for the kind words and observations.
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My pleasure!
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Thank you!
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