Dreaming

The movie is playing and I’m the Protagonist. But my storyline 

is so still that I can’t measure my outcomes. I’m waiting - to resume 

my story. And I laugh because life is so beautiful. It gives me the 

hints as subtle as they can be. My actions, so free, ultimately - careless. 

Comparable, people always thought. I could never understand what 

the point of resistance could be. I want to re-write my story every day. 

In a new way and with a new plot twist. Because I know that today 

I have something that the other day didn’t. I couldn’t comprehend it at 

the time but I’m growing into the storyline.

Visually, my dreams seem real, finally. Emotions so heavy, in my dreams 

they were over bearing, so overwhelming and today I’m writing. The 

hidden instances I always notice. I’m watching how you watch me and 

all we do is deny. I’ll make you chase me.

The writer of my knowing, I’m in knowing, and I’m showing. Although 

its effortless, the kind of thing that suits us best. The way we move in 

our natural flow, nothing exposed and yet so pronounced. I see all the

little things, when I dive into you. :)