Awake

how can I not dream of sea
of that deafness…
of the sun and the clouds and of nothing in my ears;
of the waves
carrying fragments of my future in the present
and sometimes
carrying fragments of my past in here.

how can I not crave silence
when I am surrounded by tunes only I can hear,
melodies that silence themselves before leaving strings and become music without getting touched by sweaty fingers, fists,
or feet.

I can’t play in one moment
in one moment I can’t even breathe,
I need to see past present and future intertwined
or,
I can’t function;
how can I not dream of thee?

of the steps and the words and the thoughts that complete everything I am
and break again,
to complete every other me that in the future I might be.

ah,
the mind is a strange place,
and at times I happen to like it here,
I remember to haven given up on things like this,
how could I have ever predicted
that a you would appear?

such a human thing to do,
to be so frail, to be so…
weak,

such a human thing to do,
to dream,
such a human thing to be.

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