I'm used to the trains in our backyard,
the baritone doesn't scare or startle me anymore...

I dreamed about
you in between the...

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I remember wanting to be discovered by you...

I ask myself what I really want from you.
How can I excavate my truth if you are...

I almost want to cry,
in relief, in acceptance...

I rely on little things
to make it to the next horizon...

It's not healthy, I know it's not,
to wish the world was faced with...

You tell me nothing is safe, anymore.
At least, not fully safe...

You worry about being the target again,
a political pawn...

And I am somewhat glad
to be home among the sunshine...

So tell me, do I wallow?
Do I indulge the darkness...

Dreams are not tangible
yet I grip my pen to recount...