grey
...the one where I'm [on a beach, my body glistening under the searing blue sky. my torso, a wave, crests and falls with faint breath on the sand. I was content to hear only the shimmer-shake of leaves until...]
And that's it. That's all I have-- the fragmented aftermath of pathetic dreams both real and unmaterialized. I cradle them as if they will grow flesh again, become whole, and feel pain as I did. But they, like men, will never know how much I suffered for their return. These dreams began as a child's murmur and died as the final reverberations of a great fanfare. What's left of them I'll string together with borrowed nostalgia, minor tragedies, and lies more unbelievable than god. Insomnia induced euphoria and I will never dream again.
And that's it. That's all I have-- the fragmented aftermath of pathetic dreams both real and unmaterialized. I cradle them as if they will grow flesh again, become whole, and feel pain as I did. But they, like men, will never know how much I suffered for their return. These dreams began as a child's murmur and died as the final reverberations of a great fanfare. What's left of them I'll string together with borrowed nostalgia, minor tragedies, and lies more unbelievable than god. Insomnia induced euphoria and I will never dream again.