Prompt courtesy of Max Pasakorn: “fairy lights”
In the halls of my dreamscape
there is a endless room, dressed
in fairy lights and photos of the
days when we were not split
apart by the axe of time. I hear
soft music, sneaking its way in-
between bed-sheets, and it is
night-time, and we are surrounded
by ourselves and nobody else.
The curtain is drawn, and the
moon makes her way in, the
queen down the long stair.
I cannot help but imagine
places where I could not live in
when I think about you, about
us. Not to say impossibility, but
rather, improbability; every
scene I can see is a still from
a film neither of us have watched.
I’m writing this on the lawn,
as if to intuit some wisdom from
the mud and grass. How are you
now? Over yonder in the land of
oversized plates and where the
televisions are filled with red
screaming men, where everything
is flipped on its head, suspended,
thrown back into the box of time.
When the evening comes, I am
in bed with my thoughts again.
I do not want much. I know this
now. I do not need to know how
you think about any of this, but
I know I would like you. My only
prayer is for your safety, for your
joy, for everything but nothing to
happen for you. I go to sleep,
thumbing these words between
my fingers, and I keep this piece
shut behind the drapes of my eyelids.
Freewriting Explanation: Every day, Valen shall use 5 minutes to write completely unprompted and uninterrupted, letting the words lead the way. There is no end purpose to each piece, but rather, the pieces are allowed to develop naturally in their own way. The pieces are then uploaded without edits.