Bird droppings

Dreamlight

The precipice of life.
The dreamlight shining down on your face.
Your eyes...
They gleam.

What will you be, when you are who you are?
Where will you soar to?
The journey of life is precisely that... a journey.
Ups and downs, lefts and rights, twists and turns.
Don't expect to ever "complete it" or get it right.

Just live, breathe, try, and do your best.

Shifting clouds
Beams of light coming down from the sky
A never-ending sworl of color and light.
A dance of nightmares and fairy tales.

Your life.
Your dreams.
Your pains.

Suffer. Grow. Learn. Change.

Make mistakes.
Fuck it all up.
Live alone.
Take a chance.
Risk everything.
Create a home of many.
Protect it all.

If this is the life to be lived, then live it.
Don't compromise.
Don't cut corners.
Don't be careful.

When the end comes, all that is left is your story.
What will your tale be?
Make it a good one.

The bright light is blinding
Eyes closed, take a step.
Walk forward into the dark
Fall into the abyss.

You will find your way.

A pretentious raucous journy of pixies flying too close to an unlit sun,
Bright lights from impossible places,
Twisting away into sunsets you can taste and dances you can hear.

Blink.
In the dreamlight, you are beautiful.
Just... stand a moment and listen with me.
Listen to the wind on our faces.
Taste the air.

Sitting in a swingset.
Rocking back and forth.
Voices call my name.
They want me home.

I take off running,
and laugh at silly dreams.