Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Dream Sweeper

He was the dream sweeper,
that was his job all day all night and for the rest of his life.

He would collect people's dreams when they slept and upon their wakings, he swept them away from their human minds into a secret place, hoping one day to find his own dreams in the process.

The dream sweeper had succeeded in forming a sea of nightmares and a river of slumber tales where he kept all the world's secrets hidden and every wishful thinking intact.
However, he never found any appropriate dreams to call his own.

After years of formulating oceans of memories and registering the world's largest dream collection, he finally understood why he was unable to conceive dreams of his own much like everyone else in the planet.

He was the man with no identity.

Saturday, April 2, 2016

confinement

'Falling down the rabbit hole' is known best as a figure of speech but Alice wasn't just a fictional character. Alice is real and she tried to seek solace in her darkest hour by chasing the moment as it slips away.

Like Alice, my mind ticks to chase the next layer of darkness that lies within your soul. Let's make a deal, you can bring your poisoned cakes and purple creatures and I'll invite myself to hit this rock bottom gladly.

I don't know how many shadows I've wrestled with in my way from there to you but it should last me for three lives and half a decade.

Being protected from the dark won't necessarily guarantee safety, it could mean a stale confinement with no exit doors and endless hallway.

but goddamn it, you're worth the fall.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Dust

Hunger is purple, like the coldest spark that precedes the flaming ache.
It's a carnivorous animal that feeds on a dead bird inside my no-where land.

(I call my body 'no-where', because it has a gaping hole in the middle of it, enclosed by a regurgitated barbed wire that got stuck in my chest from swallowing too many warnings signs.)

Hunger is craving to gulp the sharp edge of a knife to feel something.
It's chocking on a muffled scream at 6 am. to show them you know how to breathe.

Hunger is dreaming of a downward ladder into the deepest edge of dust to master the art of denial.

Hunger is 2 steps of disintegration, starting with eating your own bones, followed by gnawing at the leftovers of your soul only to watch them eat your cake while you have its poison too.