Draft 3

by writer   Oct 13, 2024


The stars as effervescent as the bubbles in my mind
have been speaking to me each night
with fantasies as vivid as the paintings
I stopped making.

I see visions
like memories of a dream
I've once before lived,
very real, very artificial,
almost superficial
that makes me peak.

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