when i dream

when i dream,

i'm running to save you.

light is fading, but it can still be resuscitated.
blinking i catch myself thrown to the ground,
bleeding, i stand.

missing, i run with everything i've got.
everything i've got.

silence.

i open my eyes to the bright light.
streaming in rivers through my vision, is red.
i'm not going to make it.

i'm not going to make it.


but i still reach,
dragging,
fighting for the air to stay longer.


enough to scream.

enough to reach you.

my outstretched arm meets the earth in a final welcome home.


i cannot survive any longer.

i'm not going to make it.
i'm not going to make it.

i'm not going to make it.






i'm awake.


(read this while listening to the last few minutes of a song called "Oscillator" by The Contortionist)