a creative encouragement project by Sarah J. Kass

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Dear Dream,


I have not forgotten you.

As i sit alone in my room i am consumed with a deep longing from somewhere beneath these ribs of mine. They do not decline the way you handle yourself, digging deep within the valleys of my brain, where the cool dew sits as my awakeness wanes. Oh, it's tiresome to be grown up when your heart's a young refrain. 


Dream, i hear you. I hear you in the darkness as i crawl beneath my sheets. When the whitest walls of cotton wrap shroud-like 'round my feet. You bounce off ceiling corners and deep; it calls to deep. A depth i never knew i had until you revealed yourself to me. Oh Dream.  

S.J.