‘in light of meditation: a dreamscape’
a poem written about a dream and childhood memories
in my dream I was throwing a small party. cleaned all day and set up little activities for everyone to do. you showed up and asked me if I’d missed you as much as you’d missed me. I told you I didn’t think I’d ever met you before.
you said, ‘remember when you were a teenager, all the things we used to do?’ and I recalled them instantly. I felt safe, at home. I was having fun.
there was a leak in the bathroom when I went to take a shower, it was flooding the floor. it was winter outside and everyone was going to have to stay the night since the snow was coming down hard. I woke up to my mother saying her ice machine had broken, and that it had been leaking all over the counter.
About the Creator
h.a.laine
writer, telepathist, alien translator. diagnosed with schizophrenia. I write prose poetry and create digital art to describe my experiences.
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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