I Would

Dear, there may be a day when you question everything, feel like nothing, and don’t know what to do or say to escape it.

So you dream instead.

And there is somewhere neither in time nor space where those dreams live because they have never belonged here and now like impressions of decades past that survive only in school dances and movies with eerily beautiful stars.

And for a night, you are a part of it.

But when the music fades, you can still hear it in your head, playing on repeat. You realize that you are not a broken record, just stuck. And some nights, only in the melting of lines between real and fantasy, you break free and drag some hope with you.

It is easier to feel like something worthwhile when you are not inwardly asleep.

Dear, you may one day look up at the smog and dream of becoming the star of your own decade, wondering in melancholy if anyone would bother to watch your coming-of-age film.

I would.

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Poems with kindred souls:

Hello, wanderer,

I hope this poem finds you when you need some inspiration. I hope you wake slowly and hold onto your dreams.

xoxo, for now,

-your friend, lost in dreams