MaybeJust give me one dream that isn't see-through.Maybe by BloodshotInk
One substantiated claim to reality,
that I might hold onto life with.
Every quivering cell, mid-osmosis, begs you
for a shred of dignity with my tea.
Just one chance for something heavy,
something hard and room temperature. Real.
I don't want to look through my day dreams
and see someone else's face there.
I don't want to dream of those people
who may make, or break me, in the future tense.
I am tired of milky white and reflective black.
It is time for a life of colour and hope -
and not looking back to see if the past
matches up with the jigsaw map to the end game.
I want to be in the game, participating,
feeling, like I might make it there one day.
Just give me something, that I can hold onto;
something harder to see through than a whisper
of that voice in the back of my mind that says
there's a limiti want to sleep next to someone warm.there's a limit by menteurmenteur
the cold is finally coming into this little city,
the condensation just builds like milky little tears on my window pane
as though the cold cries for me to touch it again.
this city is just the soft roar of my head falling two feet under.
i remember as a child, waking too close to the dream
too afraid, too far from reality to know what ends and what begins
pulling myself out of my cotton sheets and through the honey-night
heavy-breathing, heavy handed hands around my lungs
suddenly i'm four years old again and it's melbournemidnight
this side of the coast seems to have warmed up every embrace
as though the cities on this side are dilated closer together.
three thousand from you feels like three million
and i still let you in.