perpetually dreaming of who I want to be
feeling free and sponge-like
I am a part of all I have met
all I have met becomes a part of me
forming, moulding, shaping
my thoughts
my actions
attempting to retain, absorb and enquire
preventing my mind from being
numbed
dumbed
down
slowly cutting ties with bureaucracy
somewhere a tree falls
in my dreams the world is green
I am forced to understand
the power
of nature
as she responds to the chaos we’ve
created
it’s a whirlwind. a hurricane. a
thunderstorm. a cyclone.
and then
nothing
until our souls, realizing what we have
done, cry out
from the very core of the earth
something begins to shake
she laughs from her belly
and her laughter explodes into
small fragmented pieces of time
flying recklessly, spiralling out of control
get me out of this nightmare
pulling my hair
I stare
into the mirror
after this dream
nothing is what it seems