Dreaming

Written by Isaac Izekor

Dreaming. Plays in my head like

Shakespearean romantics, fantastical narrative

gymnastics, tragic heroes with manic tendencies but a

kinship with the mania. To be steeped in blood my own shown

an end to the infinite wading shading life with the trivial. Dreaming.

Sometimes of lives not mine but that trivial shade blocks the shine, even

as I pine and search for meaning. Each other life is its own paid sentence

lived in pained silence while we all try to pave purpose. I am happiest

in my dreams. Imagined flights of fancy, fantasy and love but

nothing escapes the thrum, the eternal shade.

Photographer Unknown