The Dream

I had this funny dream the other day. It was hilarious. I had a dream that I actually meant something to someone. That all these words I write are actually read, and oh there was this part where he told me he loved me. He screamed it to the world and it almost seemed real and possible, but then I remembered "love only existed in fairytales"

As the leaves fall, the children die.

He said I want you to write about someone. Someone you've lost. & if you haven't lost anyone, you will. Maybe it will be the girl you used to sit by everyday at work. Or a classmate. Maybe it will be a gym teacher, a principal, a family member.
Maybe it is your own brother, who wasn't all that great when you were growing up. Who hurt you in ways you weren't thinking at the time. In the ways that helped you realize the word innonce that was given to a child. I want you to write about someone who passed away on your birthday of Sophomore year. It was the first year of high school. Someone who made you feel guilty because someone days you would whisper I hate you in the air.

Write about your school friend. The one that everyone thought overdosed, but really he was just choking, wanting some air. Write about how he would call you beautiful and the laugh that stills lingers around the back of head. Write about the way he used to have your back and spit our words that your boyfriend was "thinking" of.
He said I want you to write about someone.

YOU HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT SOMEONE. 

So I did.