Dreams of You

We have all been too busy with tape and glue - you really gave life to your words

Thank you.

So I am. Thank you for the comment.

I really like this one. From your writing I can tell we have very similar Love lives haha, I think that's why we can understand and relate to each others writing, which makes me sad because if yours IS anything like mine its caused you more stress and hurt than anything.
What inspired this? If you don't mind me asking, I'm just a little curious to hear the story that's behind the poem.
Again you show me and everyone else just how much of  an amazing Poet you really are,  Lee.

Inspiration? Hope, maybe. Vain hope.

I’ve been running for three years now, running from questions I know will never receive an answer. At first it felt safe, freeing. Now I’m just tired. But I can’t seem to stop. Someone starts to care and I suddenly can’t breathe.

This was just a moment in between the panic. I wish. I don’t like to do that often. But sometimes the ‘I wish’ paints itself behind my mind’s eye and refuses to disperse; images and hopes of a future I tried to build once before. I felt I had to give this moment its substance. Because I’m not entirely sure if it will find a canvas clean enough to set itself upon. This way the words are a stain, a victory hidden within the defeat of what once was unmarred. A dream really.

A little vague, I know. But then everything that gave it definition is a bit chaotic.

Yeah, I can relate to that. Dreams of what once could have been are what make me feel better about unrelenting thoughts of what never was, they give hope to an otherwise hopeless train of thoughts, it may be vain hope (as you said) but its hope nonetheless.

That's true. Sometimes I ache for it so much that I close my eyes and trace it with my fingertips; eassuring myself that if someone offered and I could agree, however stupid he was, that maybe there will be another I could feel as equally about.

Thank you, Theo.

Great opening lines, makes me think if the world as an egg being cracked wide open into a frying pan..... Suddenly there's so much expectation and potential. This is just short of being truly hopeful because of that one, inconspicuous little 'almost' in there. Definitely a piece to connect with, sometimes it's worth slowing down when your running past some pretty scenery :p enjoyed reading this :)

That was indeed the image behind the concept - the breaking open of a world. I think I missed the frying pan though and its contents slipped through my fingers and into my pen instead.

Thank you for another lovely comment.

Very beautiful!!!

Thank you