a dream in the comfort of a handsome man

The lean, taut muscles of the handsome man. The feeling of security and serenity. The rushing heartbeat ebbing softer, paralleling the progress of the breathing. The gentle fingers running through the graceful hair. The lean, taut muscles.

a dream in the world of social media

Two people are face-to-face having a conversation. As the conversation lengthens, one person taps into the emotions of the second. The second henceforth pours her feelings out and may be having a mini breakdown. The other person has listened to everything the acquaintance has said, stops, and leaves. In the meantime the emotional person excuses the silent one's behavior as an either lack of concern or sudden preoccupation elsewhere. Both excuses are practical. Hours later the emotional one feels a poke at her back. She turns, and no one is there. The end. 

a dreamer in blah blah land

So the day has finally come. It's not a good day; it's rather terrible. I knew it would arrive and I expected the pain. It's a mixed feeling day because, well,  logically I knew it would happen and I deserve better and it's been over for a while and blah blah blah. But still…it hurts. And you can't block out your emotions.

a dreamer in a game of bait and switch

I've done everything I could. Pushed myself to great heights. And yet I am given no award. Or, at least, not the award I truly need. Then the guilt comes in waves and I realize I'm at the epicenter of my family's misery. Damn college. Bait and switch. Bait and switch.

a dreamer with a mirror

The deepest compartment of your mind is never truly unlocked. You know it all along. You didn't throw away the key--you hold it in your back pocket. Maybe it's just for you, for your eyes only. But it's there. It's always there.

a dreamer in…denial?

I'm not comfortable in my own skin. It's excessive. There's too much of it. This isn't me--it can't be…I am not my skin.

a dream too deep in my head

I need to get out of my head. For it is swimming with thoughts that are not my own. Memories tangle and drown. Feelings swarm and fill the basin. I must get out.