She chose me like a book is chosen in a library. I do not know if she chose me for the title, the spine, the cover, the typography or because of my location among other books. I don’t know what kind of text I was for her.
I’m what I end up not sayingI’m what I end up not thinking I’m what avoids the sightI’m your main event I am between the lines,I inhale paradoxes I am Between the words,I squiggle for realisations I am between the days,I attempt to sidestep thinking I am between the evenings,I dream my sidestepped thinking IContinue reading “I Am Dream – Poem #6 – (2021)”
I wish I shut my eyesSomewhat longer to dream,To plunge into the dreams,Emotional real factorsStowing away under the psyche. It alarms me to death;What I seeFurthermore, I awaken to the real world.I advise myself“That was only a fantasy”. Perhaps the truth is a fantasyWhat’s more, what I dream, a reality.As a general rule,I fantasy aboutContinue reading “I don’t know if it’s a dream – Poem #5 – (2021)”