Faces in the cold wind
Dark laughter from oblivion
Tears fall, but from sight they are hidden
Filling the space of the silence between them
It will age you prematurely
It will infect your thoughts with worry
Distraction provides a means of retreat
But it will find you again in the hours before sleep
Reaching arms, the shelter of trees
Faces in the autumn leaves
Voices carried by the breeze
Nostalgia bends my brittle knees
Who do you want to be seen as?
An artist?
A person whose very name when mentioned inspires a silence of sombre acknowledgement?
Now’s your chance.
I reject your optimism
Everything ends
Everything’s ephemeral
Our lives mean nothing
Be alive in this moment
Now’s your chance.
You can live with a ferocity that throbs like the blood in your veins
Now’s your chance.
Now’s your chance!
Let us dance.
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from The Dream Journal,
released November 18, 2016
Written by Mira Kolodka