Dreams
are the matter
we are
made of
when our
existence
feels
like an illusion. . .
Sometimes
we seem
to tell
ourselves;
it's all
just a bad dream,
it'll
all be over soon.
I wonder
sometimes
if I'll
ever wake up
when
there's nothing to touch
to make
us feel the same
as we
did before we broke.
The good
news is
we've
never been broken for good
and if
we have to be
at least
we're stranded on
shattered
island together. . .
Right?
