fly flew flow

*Time was pouring out of the eyes and back into the soul.

Dreams and Birds

My dreams are a parallel life
where I drive
and laugh
and cry
and fight
and eat
and drink
and remember things I did in the past,
in my dreams,
I fly like a bird in the night.

When I wake up

and I'm really, really tired

I look in the mirror

and it seems that my eyes are smiling

at me

as if they had

a life of their own