I long to be elegant with my words

 I long to be elegant with my words. 

In my dreams, I’m replaced with a girl who’s prose is delicate and soft and feminine. who speaks gently and is taken seriously. 

In my dreams, her stories aren’t seen as little or silly. they illustrate fears and desires and memories. they are equally a delusion and wake up call. 

In my dreams, she’s brave enough to go after my dreams. she has a home full of light and color: addressed 1000 dreams blvd, and doesn’t have to pay rent. 

I think I am struggling to wake up. every day feels less like reality. I am getting to know this woman from my dreams. she wishes she were less fragile. she longs to be steady. in her graceful composition, she forgets to find joy and is met with pressure. 

in our dreams, we reach out to each other.  meeting in understanding, she inspires beauty where I provide structure. 

I pray I never wake up again. 

*written March 2022