Dreams are dangerous
Hi, i can fly. I can touch even the smallest eye. Oh the whispers no the cries, I revised the title defined by many times and humanity inclineds the one and only sizes. Taking into consideration the holes inside the metallic aviation, take flight to no retractions.
Hold on to those deflections, like mirror's they'll reflect them backwards goes the hands of time. My people didnt see it in time, now wings cut and no name stuck on the tip of your tongue. You say a lil prayer for others thinking you won, you used to smile and wave now you head nod and gaze at the same sky you use to sway your arms through the days. Take care of yourself before the night could blink, suns in your face and you no pain.
You pound on your pillow hoping to remember what that feeling was, your feet off the floor eyes close wishing more, you try to lay back down and see those moments again but the alarm in your throat tells you thats not best. You give up and you dress, that person in your life lets you have some rest, you can go back now and I reintroduce myself. You dont need to know my name or from where i came, just release and lets make your life a game.
Here's a hint the more you follow me less light youll see, so what am I ? I am contagious, I am pleasant, some say Im a dream but undoubtedly for you i am untainted, unfiltered and only for some to see. So dont stay too long or youll be trapped, dont worry ill be here when you get back.
Copyright © Dominique Smith | Year Posted 2026
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