A Penny for a Dream...

Imagine what we look like from the outside. I find the darkness and watch its beauty leave me breathless as it takes me in. Like swimming in the calm ocean, pools of night behind my eyes whisper their intent. Secrets, that coat me in a desire that makes me reach for the next page with an uncontrollable madness. The stories of dreams with he and I traveling through the sky, make the pursuits in my waking life manic to some. But, here we are again, and here we go, dashing through each others thoughts as if they were our own. I let you in and show you the wonders in my heart. You take me under your skin and feed my hunger for the dark.

The Scene...

You may not know this but feelings have a scent. As dawn folds into day, as we lift the tape and step close the air changes, becomes thinner, difficult to breath.

Disappointment hangs over us. It feels like saying goodbye or being lost in a mall when you’re little. It smells like the husk of a tree freshly pulled from its trunk. Sadness and grief are similar but not the same. Being sad is more immediate, it’s like knocking hard on a doorframe but hoping no one is home, its scent is familiar like freshly cut lawn mixed with an ocean of salty tears. First an anxiety and then a desperate realisation that nothing will ever be the same, the salt killing the new shoots of grass all the way to the root. Grief is a constant trickle of rain, a vacant desire for the sun to ever shine hot on your face again. The scent, an old attic that’s lost all its memories, dust settling on furniture, a house with no fresh air. 

We wait, standing on the corner of a stranger’s world, hoping they will one day forgive us.

Second Line...

In life, moments are separated by many things, breath, words, sounds, feelings, but some rest on a whole different time line, not affected by the worlds plans, they exist completely alone, in a place that’s so amazing everything must be whispered.