Elucidating Questions

For a short time in history

Mornings did not taste so bitter

Waking did not spell the end of the dream and the beginning of the nightmare

Truly in the air of the morning the feeling like

It

Could happen at any moment.

Like waking was worth it, like the nightmare could be fought if only with the ones the dreams insisted would fight along side

Waking is the moment the dream shatters

Billions of shards that in just one second ago made sense, had meaning, had reason

Reduced to small flashes of memory

And the moment is gone

Shot by the bullet of the morning

Shattered into the dust of reality.

Waking is when you didn’t just survive a roll over with your mum on the highway that made no sense,

But you also didn’t just have a conversation with her where you mutually understood eachother.

Waking is not knowing why the people in your dream love you but knowing, in that moment of shattered waking, that they don’t.

Waking is grasping in the enveloping darkness of the nightmare disguised in fictitious smiles and deceiving light

And finding nothing

But the loss of a dream

And the beginning of a nightmare.