Clip Show

There are no full scenes anymore, I only dream in clip shows and feign for the memories of things that never happened because I failed to act or forgot to wake up. I’m dreaming of demonic possession now, I’m dreaming of little whales. I’m dreaming I’m leaving again, I’m dreaming of one day being the person that everyone says I am and not saying no when somebody wants me. I’m dreaming of vines overgrown, I’m dreaming of sentient black clouds and being chased by non-descript faces. I’m dreaming of loving myself and knowing how to hold still. I’m dreaming of a deep breath that feels like home. I’m dreaming of less gravity on my soles and not being told that I look like someone that’s angry. I’m dreaming of my grandfather singing my skin free from a bush. I’m dreaming of crying. I’m dreaming of the flowers handed down, and the tears on the curb. I’m dreaming of a skull on a bookshelf, and becoming. I’m dreaming of a living house, and open doors like portal mouths. I’m dreaming of sand and abandonment. I’m dreaming of being lost, I’m dreaming of losses. I’m dreaming of broken ice and falling in. I’m dreaming of assassinations, and a snake bite city. I’m dreaming in humidity, I’m dreaming in fever streaks. I’m dreaming of big cats, I’m dreaming of practiced patience. I’m dreaming of the world as it is in my head, I’m dreaming of someone else’s eyes. I’m dreaming of everything I’ve believed in, I’m dreaming of anything I don’t.