In Dreams

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Contributor: Lyla Sommersby

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In dreams
I float away
I fly
into high
blue abyssal bliss
through dark clouds
of doubt
of loss
long quiet nights
without purpose
or meaning
corpses of days
spilling their minutes
like blood

In dreams,
I float above
exist above
the sea
the chaos
the anger
the race
the grind.

In dreams,
I weave
in the hopes that the weaving
might come

to me
to be

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I am a student in Miami, Florida. Painting is my other love. My first book, Sketches of Someone, is available through Thunderune Publishing.


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