by Poet on the Piano   Sep 8, 2020

It's raining, a gentle thunder
harmonizing with the persistent
melodies of liquid energy. I am
hopeful in this moment, eager
for dreams that seem farfetched
to the common eye; I was not born
into mundanity.

Tonight, I am not living among
the supernatural. I am not a screenplay
tantalized with plot holes and jump
scares rivaling monsters in the closet.

Tonight, I am alive, despite the
bottomless alcohol and seduction of
sleep. I hope to dream, and if only once,
then with vigor. I hope to dream of
time machines and outdated love and
weathered musical instruments that
people have forgotten how to play.

It's raining harder now, but I am
unafraid. I hope to dream, and to
have no one measure my merit or
abilities or fortitude.

I hope to dream, and just be,


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  • 1 month ago

    by Skyfire

    To hope to dream is one of the greatest hopes. I love how the imagery here speaks to looking back, back to the forgotten things. Looking to the simple past to find a simple future.

  • 1 month ago

    by hiraeth

    "I hope to dream, and if only once,
    then with vigor."

    <3 love this and that line so much

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