awakening
one / river rapids
I drift away in a boat of blue, with nothing but a basket of bread, a sail to whip away the winds of fate, and a wooden oar battered from days at sea Before I left on the journey people asked where I was going, I said
sleep
and they looked away and turned back with fake smiles, so plastic you could break them with the touch of a finger I float away, bobbing through a calm stream of aqua, my oar resting on the side of the sailboat (I pinned it there so I didn’t have to look after it)
can’t see land, can’t see rock, can’t see sand. can only see blue. waves, and waves, and waves, and waves, of blue, spreading in every direction. Ocean. I smile.
A dream. It’s like a dream, unlike the nightmares I’ve seen recently. An escape from the world, a small cove hidden on a darkened island in the isles of the demon realm Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
g o t o s l e e p
i drift to sleep with a wistful smile, the boat lightly shaking, my basket of bread tipped slightly sideways…
two / embers and ashes
I wake up on a little island, with none but one tree, my boat that was blue is now a dark green and my basket of bread has grown a fur of mold My dream consisted of sailing days, a smile on my salt-crusted face, and the wind in my hair.
endlessly, endlessly, endless happiness until I woke up from my dream and now I see sand and the tree.
trees… something I haven’t seen a glimpse of in how long? how long was it since i said goodbye, told everyone i was going on a journey, told everyone i was leaving forever, told everyone i was never coming back to this nightmarish home that told me i was not valid
earth ain’t my home anymore, now i will live on this island with the tree
The tree’s fruit give me food the tree’s leaves give me shelter the tree’s bark gives me a home
and now all i need is the island, my dark-green boat, and my tree. and i don’t need to be with someone and i will be valid alone, and i will be happy forever
three / wake me up from this, please
days months years centuries millenia eons universes pass, and i am alone on this island, with my dark green boat and the tree that cares for me i see history from afar, and i watch as the calendars change while my looks do not. i stay the same. forever.
suddenly i am tired, so tired, and so awake.
awake as in
a dreamstate.
am i valid by myself or am i making this all up? so tired, so tired, so tired, so tired so tired, so tired, so tired, so tired and i would like you to wake me up, please? wake me up from a lighthearted nightmare, a scar of sunlight, and an escape from reality wake me up from my island and my tree wake me up from my sailing days wake me up from my smiling, salt-crusted cheeks wake me up from my life that i left behind because it’s all a dream, wake me up please
or i’ll be left behind in the folding of the stars and the end of the multiverse