It’s like when you’re running in a nightmare.
Slow,
restrained.
Will you get away from the monster that’s hunting you?

That depends, on when you wake up

Sadness, anguish, fear,
caverns to lose ourselves in.
An epic journey to the end of it,
out,
back into the light.

How can we not all see,
that we are made from the same light?
Abstractions of thought,
spun from the dust of stars
into something warm again,
that can speak, and listen.

It is our self-awareness, our sentience,
that puts us on the same playing field;
regardless of appearance, culture, gender, origin,
we are Here.
And we all have the same ability
to question what that means.
To lie in bed and fear what may be on the other side,
whether there’s another side at all.
Whether we’re doing enough with our lives
and whether what we have done, matters.
An ability so unique that as far as we know,
no other lifeform is capable.
How is this alone not enough to connect us?
How can any of us still believe we are so different from one another

I should close this door,
my imagination has become a wild thing.
And dreaming of the impossible
never did anybody any good

and you,
are a wonderful thing
in a world not always so wonderful

There is no moon.
It is dark here,
some days more than others.

and my heart is heavy

but it rises to meet you,
all the same