they said; I didn't listen,
I was too busy chasing words and butterflies
caught up in hellos and goodbyes,
I loved books, raindrops and starry skies;
sunlight and lonely places out of sight
they said; I tripped and bled–
how can I love myself? I'm a mess
of thoughts and feelings and seething stress;
a small pawn in life's game of chess,
wonder full and meaningless.
they said; I'd rather not,
knowing the earth is spinning deep in space,
a glass marble filled with our mistakes
we'll all disappear without a trace
some day, so I'll just fly away
they said; I look around–
see trees and flowers blooming spring,
remember innocent bleeding daydreams,
bittersweet fragile beautiful things
shatter my veins, tear at my seams
they said; but instead
I'll love the things I always have
though it's been years, I'm crazy sad
that nothing's changed–time's just a drag
and I've realized I might never be on tra
oxygeni don't know what's come over me
it feels so hard to breathe
i'm still tangled caught up in all
you were my hopes my dreams
i ami am a daughter, i am a sister
i am a writer, i am a dreamer
i am a thousand birds frozen in flight
i am a lullaby whispered at night
i am a million 'i love you's,
i am a billion 'i love you too's
i am a never-ending train of thought-
i am a ship unanchored, tempest-tost
i am a sighing, aching hurricane
i am a child dancing in the rain
i am a castle with diamond brick walls
i am a street light: moths answer my call
i am a whale singing songs to the black,
i am the promise he couldn't take back -
i am a universe falling apart;
a broken star, a dying heart.
[introduction]I call it Here - a confusing, dangerous world where dreams blend in with each other. Every daydream, every nightmare anyone is having in this present moment exists Here, on the back of my eyelids.
Being in Here isn’t a choice. I don’t sleep, I don’t dream. I just wander. Every time I close my eyes...
But here is different from real life; what I call “Now”. Because in Here, I can do anything. If I draw something with my mind, it will appear; whatever I paint with my thoughts comes into existence. Which is useful when running from monsters.
Or fighting them, but that’s something much more complicated. Trust me, you don't want to fight a monster.
[prologue]Ever since I was small, I’ve had impossibly vivid dreams. Dreams so real I could feel everything that happened to me: wind blowing
through my hair, the breathless rush of falling.
Ever since I was small, the monsters have haunted me.
...And it didn’t take long for me to find out that they were real.