Raindrops and Ice Cream

My dreams, they are solely mine

I’ve been trying to intertwine them slowly with my life

I don’t think I can explain them to anyone else

I’m not sure whether they would make sense

There are so many people who think they know best

But I’m not them, they are not me

I wish them luck. I want them to succeed

But my dreams, they are solely mine

It may take a long time to reach where I want

My slow pace, my open wounds

Some days, it takes too much effort

To ignore these wounds

Some days, they are all I am

And my dreams sit in the backseat of the car

Looking out of the window

It’s drizzling, and there are two of them

One for my heart

One for myself

I’m driving slowly, I’m scared

I look beside me, my wound plays its favourite song

The weather is gloomy

I don’t want to have another mental breakdown

It’s singing along now

If tears bubble up, my vision will be blurry

I try to avoid it, I try to distract myself

My dreams are quiet

They don’t know what to say

Even they are lost in the melancholy

I stop the car and step out

It’s time for ice cream

Cotton candy for me, strawberry and mango for my dreams

Vanilla for the wound

They thank me, and we sit in silence

At least we all have one thing in common

Our love for ice cream

I play my favourite song and ask them to sing along

They know the lyrics, I know they do

After all, they are all parts of me

They hesitate, and then they give in

We sing and look at the raindrops trickling down

I feel slightly better. My dreams smile

I hold the wound’s hand

It’s going to be okay.

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