the daily is performance//I'm a puppet strung by the wind but// truly, I have never felt easier like i do doing the mundane. routine: perform for your friends; by dusk, the mind numbs and a hidden third thing (because i know for a fact that it isn't my soul) takes over. nighttime is for vivid dreams of the surreal, scary and unwinding.
a line from a faraway film sticks // but the truth i learned here is, you had to leave because you're you. and the reason i liked you is because you're you. and who you are is someone who leaves. // so simple, it hardly takes takes wondering or loving or resenting
in one dream last month you eyed me with dense contempt. i wonder why i'd think you hate me. // in another i let you poison me before slipping away, running from the terrace with the gust
the dream today was a revelation about the stirring cycle wheels under my window. N said she heard me scream something along the lines of "you never give as much as i do" from the apartment corridor while she was with [her voice blurred here]
i think we dream about the people we love(d) the most
