what matters
nothing is real real
everything a dream dream
dreams are real
birds & branches
wind & water
this sun
this age
a dream that dreams of a bike, a movie theatre, my dad & you
sometimes it rages
sometimes it floats
this sun
this age
this moon
tuck the dream into the branch and await the bird
-fucking music-
moments tinged with golden difference
we were real we were a dream
sometimes raging
sometimes floating
a bike, a movie theatre, my dad & you
unpack the dream
sort by color
the moments
the age
the evolution of self
goddamit
the sky changes
the dreams come
the music plays
not better without you
just different
- somehow -
i am becoming the sun
the wind
the water
the branch
the bird
the sky
write it across the pink morning sky enough times and the story sounds like mine
