Dream Tunnel

Last night I think I had the best dream I have ever had. Well I know I had the best dream I've had in a long long while. It's crazy how in a dream I could be as happy as I was. I can still remember just that feel of euphoria surging through me, even though it wasn't real. That voice, it was like sweet honey, and the words were as soft as velvet. I know as time goes on, even as the day progressed, it will gradually fade away. However, I'm going to fight with everything I have to keep it. I've waited too long for a dream like this, and I'm not going to let it slip away. I'll just wait, for as long as I have to, for my dreams to come true.

Lord, why would you do this to me?

suspension

I'm caught. I'm hanging by fragile, tattered remnant of what used to be. Looking back at what seemed like such a brilliant, composed structure, I can now see the faults. I can see the cracks. I can see the mis-steps taken in building this bridge. My base made of twigs, and concrete made of brittle, old bones. This bridge will burn, and in its a place a memorial will erect. A tombstone that will encase all the pain, all the emptiness that was. This broken stone will be scarred with these words: I was not, I am not, I am the nothingness that is.