When I was younger,

I once awoke in the middle of the night

to a knock on my room’s door,

I got out of bed and put my feet to the floor.

There was a woman there,

she was adorned in a black dress,

Powder

grey powder blows into my eyes

my face

I cant breathe

I run through the house 

Begging everyone to give me air

They stare

They laugh

I fall

It's going dark

and dark

In the dead of night, I begin to slumber

In my bed, I feel like a log of lumber

Whispers of wind fills the air

But im dreaming so I don't care

If I were dreaming,

would the cold and snow still bite my face

in the winter

when I went skiing?

If I were dreaming,

would the heat of June-July-August-now-October-too(?)

Snap, clap, bite

Maybe you'll wake up

to a small mercy raining heavily

on your roof

or maybe you won't.

Dreaming

To me

Is a space where you float

Where you soar

Where you fly.

There are no limits.

It's not the future

But sometimes the past.

They don't define you.

They free you.