Our dreams - they are made out of real things.

Representation

And the scissors went too far, controlled by something deeper than ordinary. Cutting out comes with a price, the change is becoming quite inefficient as things secretly light up with lies. The lies are too bright to look at, deal with, or walk towards. And consequently, I see myself turning around and moving towards something darker but full of truth. The pieces I cut out keep crawling back in the black surroundings without my notice and hit me. The further I move, the less clear everything seems to be.

taste of cuban cigar.

And the slow exhaustion of the sunset slowly rid the sky of soft, incandescent hues. The road seemed simple but symbolic, and continued moving forward as I stayed still. Behind the tinted glass in the window, trees and surroundings were rolling by as if on wheels, and at that moment it felt as if the world was driving away beneath my feet. There was a sense of hate and resentment, but also a touch of feared excitement. Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst, I lingered as the world drove on and the distance seemed further and further. Now, the distance has faded, and ironically, it’s irrelevance is finally appreciated. The distance is now, truly, a blessing.

that life seems light years away.

It’s lovely to be a temporary placement,

Misled to believe you’re needed most,

Only when the permanent leave.

It’s only when they’re back

that you become unnecessary,

Ironically, in a permanent way.

427.

show me the path through the four seasons,

where things are clear and fair and true,

show me that distance is far from the reason,

that change is a part of she and he and you.