Notions; little wisps of potential without shape or purpose, lookingfor a crack in the dreamers’ mind, waiting to be more than a shadow,
to be held, To take root.
I have abandoned so many notions in my life. Waking from dreams
and allowing them to dissipate as mist in the morning sun. Perhaps
they remember this, and just gave up after a while. Perhaps
the shadows have them kept safe; little treasures waiting for release.
This is all to say, I am feeling out of ideas. A giant blank canvas
with nothing but a question mark and a few blotches of paint.
It’s like this sometimes; and for now I just describe the emptiness,
and wait for those dreams I ignored to trust me again.
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