It was the specificity of the dream that disturbed me most. Dreams, after all, are supposed to be wispy things, easily attributed to vague impressions and hungers of one sort or another. This one was different. We were dancing, which was odd, as we were never much for dancing. Maybe the dancing symbolized something else.Continue reading “Specificity”

Refugee from the Dreamworld

I am a refugee from the dreamworld In this new home my wings don’t work People here are suspicious of me When I look at them, they look away Artist: Cyril Rolando I am a refugee from the dreamworld Everything here makes too much sense There is so little mystery That I’m afraid to fallContinue reading “Refugee from the Dreamworld”