I'm having bad dreams
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When I was small,
the night was full of light.
I didn't know what my dream was.
I only knew it was mine.
Every year,
a new mark on the doorframe.
And every year,
the dream grew taller than me.
Then something broke.
I'm having bad dreams
The pieces fell.
So did I.
Some nights
I couldn't find a single one.
Underneath it all,
something was still burning.
The mud was heavier
than the dream ever was.
Not today.
Again.
Day one.
I got up.
Day two.
I got up again.
Nobody claps
for day four hundred and thirty-seven.
I picked up one piece at a time,
and never sold who I was to buy them back.
It's not the same dream.
It's stronger where it broke.
I'm having badbig dreams
It was never only about the dream.
It was about who I stayed while chasing it.
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