Sitting here, in the dark quiet
of an empty room, I rest my head among
the stars I myself have created.
Little imperfect green things that dance
along the poorly painted
dark blue accent walls that face East.
And I remember
that although there is so much time behind me,
there is still so much ahead
I have yet to capture.
Mold. Create.
So much that I cannot begin
to anticipate
what I will ultimately become.
With the rain hum drumming outside,
curling itself along the window above my bed
before
dropping
into the desolate streets below, I know
I know that my dream giver still waits for me.
Her voice calling softly from
some place I have yet to see but
whose existence I will never dare question.
And all at once
- among the pain and unknowingness -
I let myself breath.
I am at peace.
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