Losing everything that I thought.

that is something i do not like to hear. that i am wrong and I’ve been wrong and i swore it was right when it was wrong, that I’ve built around something that could not support my weight, and i’ve been asking a deaf person to sing me that ballad or a blind man to tell me I’m beautiful or a mute man to whisper lovely words into my ears. and i am not sure of much anymore, but if you were to ask me ‘what do you believe in now?’ i would say ‘i am sure that i was wrong, and that is all’. i hope someone asks me someday, because i am ready to believe my premeditated words.

Dreams.

Her dreams are surreal.
Her dreams are impossible
Her dreams are a superficial fantasy world

She wants to leave
She wants to leave for good
She wants to taste freedom, a spice that unique
Through the sleepless nights, she cries

There is no hero who can save us, or an angel to rest our souls
She wants to live she wants to be free
She wants to go to Spain with her lover
Live life without worries and complicated arguments

If she knew what was out in the world
So much to explore,
So much to see
So much

There is this statue standing in her way
Gray, dark like the shady corners

She has not yet tasted the spice of freedom
Locked up in a room with no windows
No air