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Got It All Wrong

At First,

When I was so young, fairy tales were real me

I wanted you, like, distant treasures I could only hope were there…

A dream

Dreaming itself, in distant places, wrapped up in comforts no dream would dare to dream…

But I dreamt of you

And in my dream, you dreamt of me…

And we together, both, sipped, from ever flowing pools of happiness
Content with full stares over long moments of silence…
The nature around us bloomed with our moods
And, sung in, harmony the melody of our hearts
As we collapsed into one another’s arms

Our dream, was of beauty
Our dream, was of love

At  First…

But the cold weighted current filling in around us
ushered succession, which surfaced like balloons as though they were being held under too much water, and our dreams escaped us as the world flooded in
Forcing us to up

We clutched for and lost all we’d ever known

Our Dream & Our Love

The world, Is a weathering machine, that peals layers of fancy off of us, like, shavings of wood over a carver’s pick, as it shapes us, and it, scrapes the mystery away from us

All the while the hustle bustle of becoming adults, catches us,
Caught in it’s rush, disregarding one dream after the next as childish things, until we forgot how to believe in things of wonder, and magic became a gimmick, reduced to rubbish

So naturally, we grasped onto that which was prepared for us by the world

And we became the job

We became the slave

We became,
The dollars a day spent on quad shot espressos
The blank stares in elevators,
The bank,
The savings account,
The banker in the tie persuading us to spend money we didn’t earn On things we didn’t need

We became
The car,
The store,
The iPod,
The gazillions of songs piled in wasted digital space
The Ethernet cables connected to worthless devices
The cell phones that connected us to the essence of being in the twenty-first century, lost if they were, forever out of touch, with everything

We became
The Grades on our credit scores like they were criminal background checks

Because money, is who we really are… right???

And rushed with these, literal, obligations
We fell through empty relations, with emotionless faces
And we became
Flustered with the felonious pleasures of life, fallaciously weathering away

Until,
Being carved by the carver, with pick in hand, our dreams were slowly shaved from our lives and we resigned to become the countless entities that we are taught to believe our world to be

Trinkets…

And that’s when love, was all but forgotten…

But, one day, mostly by accident
We met
We bumped into one another
And as our eyes connected
We froze

But not for long, lest we be caught, dreaming, so ashamed to believe

But, in that short moment
The violent thunder of an ancient magic being awoken
Quaked through all the layers of our past
And resurfaced,
Bringing with it an uncomfortable heat and dry mouthedness
Moments slipped into hours, almost without notice
And the dream
Slowly came back to life
As we fall into one another’s arms…
And when our lips touched
And the world seemed to stop spinning…

Love knew Love, Before and without all the rest of the junk we threw in its way All that just sort of slipped out of sight

Because,
Our dream was stronger
Our dream was of beauty
Our dream was of love…

Hmm…

I wonder what else the world got wrong…