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“Reality”
from FW22
By: Camile Cabrera-Ramon
Reality
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To my dearest dreams and My most dreadful nightmares: In dreams, nightmares, and even reality I am left standing on the edge Of something incredibly important. You are like pins upon my pillow Poking and puncturing my brain. My dreams sprinkle like rain and My nightmares flow like a riverbed, Simply dictated by luck and fate. o is to say dreams and nightmares Aren’t as real as the here and now? I am my dreams and I am my nightmares. Is it exactly who I am, Trust me.
The Nightmare
Dispersed despair is in the air, I hear bats screeching beware. In a throbbing bottomless pit My hands fail to reach the surface And I cannot pull myself up. I am completely alone Yet unbothered by the unknown. Like a fly caught in a web –Hopeless and insignificant. Everything is carnage but I call it art. A blood orange sunrise ensues. All I can think about is How much I hate needing to be loved. Being destroyed and rebuilt takes its toll, Perhaps this is what it’s feels like to decay. My eyes keep changing colors Like a mood ring –Hazy purple to a shade of coal. Exhausted by choice and consequence Acid tears leak onto my pillowcase. If you listen close enough Stillness is the only solvent, ich denigrates personality And destroys individuality, But gives us leave to be universal. I fear that I am exactly who I am. Do you trust me?
The Dream
I have entered a realm ere neither I nor the realm exists. With the knowledge of a sophist I am omnipotent and omnipresent, It’s like I can feel time moving. I embrace what ensues with charm And an overwhelming tenderness. A woman with long braids in her hair And ammolite eyes –so rare, Pours honey down my throat. It is fulfilling like life that is Unsubstantial and ba ing. I do not want to lose the pleasantness Or a single thread of happiness. I want to remember every, thing.
With sweetness still Lingering my breath, I go into the peace of wild things o do not tax their lives With forethought or grief. A crystal clarity is brought Into the brilliant blue sky. Awakening mother earth, I rest in the grace with the world. And I am free. I fear that I am exactly who I am. Do you trust me?
