Dear Dreams,

Dear Dreams,

I live a different life when I’m with you.

When I go through periods of seeing you vividly it’s easy to question which life I walk in matters more.

When, in one, I can fly across endless grassy fields and fondly familiar places; when ease and intensity is the order every night, there is nothing I can compare it to. During such times, I am left with one unwavering thought. Life is as beautiful as you are. No more, no less.

When I think about how one would not exist without the other, it gets more complicated.

It gets worse when I come crashing down, into the wasteland of my own neglect. When I begin to hate reality with an undeserved bitterness, and I have to face the unreliable side of my little slice of heaven, there is nothing I want more than to loop the time we had together. Wipe my mind every time the cycle repeats itself, so you don’t lose your vitality and newness. And I can keep the danger of losing you at bay.

Some things are out of my control. You can be such an elusive creature at times. I admit, that’s part of your charm. But, the moment has come to bid adieu. I know a lot of people have missed you while you’ve spent the time with me.

This doesn’t mean I won’t see you every now and again. It just means I won’t depend on your promises and the hope you inspire. I don’t expect anything. And I promise to be surprised with every visit.

P.S- I have met no one like you in my universe.

Signed,

Awoken Anna

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When a castle converses with a cloud

Clouds

Castle: Haven’t seen you in a while. It’s been a windy few days, hasn’t it?

Cloud: Yeah. How would you know, though? I don’t think you’ve moved an inch.

Castle: What can I say? Man made me strong. I don’t have to take nights off, either.

Cloud: (bristling) Hey! Just because you can’t see me doesn’t mean I’m not here.

Castle: That’s true.

 

As night falls…

 

Castle: Cloudy? Are you still there?

Cloud: Yep.

Castle: I thought you might have blown off by now.

Cloud: I don’t think the winds are favouring the east coast at the moment.

Castle: Right.

Cloud: What’s on your mind?

Castle: I was just wondering…..how do you do it?

Cloud: Do what?

Castle: How do you manage to exist as a metaphor for so many things? I mean, I know you have a silver lining, there are at least nine of you, and you’ve amassed an astonishingly large collection of heads.

Cloud: Ha! You forgot about me being a bad influence when I brood darkly and hover near the horizon.

Castle: I like when that happens, don’t understand why others don’t.

Cloud: (shrugs) Eh. Some people’d prefer if I didn’t exist, so they can savour the sun more. Others, or the same people at a different time, really look forward to the times I bring rain. I’m sure farmers do. And there’s probably a perfume in honour of my heavy hours- with the sweet scent of Petrichor.

Castle: I bet there is. I’m jealous.

Cloud: You do a fair amount of metamorphosis yourself. What’s the matter of the day? Sand? Glass?

Castle: It’s stone, actually. But, thanks for asking. We do a good job as metaphors, don’t we?

Cloud: Of course. You ever wonder how we’d work together?

Castle: We can always find out.

castle in the sky

 

 

And so, with a wobbly foundation, amidst azurean mist, the first castle atop a cloud was built.

 

 

Signed,

A Witness