Day Dreams

Day dreams are those ideas that seem to be some sort of synthesis between what we will and what we dare not admit. Being that they are intangible in all respects, Day dreams are the unmasking of circumstance, the dethroning of longing, the protest of hope.

What can come of ideas that seek to negate and derail? To overwhelm and prevail still, despite repeated reprimands from the understudies to the roles in the life we should have partaken of.

Day dreams are the stories of opportunities lost, when choices were made without concern for the peripheral. Manipulated outcomes driven through tunnel visioned motives. How did this come to pass even, you asked. By denying access. By shutting down. By instilling fear through my having none. By letting go too easily. By my forgetting to think of whatever it was I needed, in order to see beyond the horizon of permanence that was upon me. For a time, I lost myself. And, I have now opened up only this moment to the life that will ensue. The life that will take place and pass too quickly. The weight of time, lifted. The gravity, unbearable. The silence to come, deafening.

Day dreams are those reminders of all those experiences you wanted that didn't come to pass. The shadows on doors we closed of selves we were too long ago. The knocks on windows late at night by children we could've been together. The late night regrets from dreams we ought not have and dare not share. Not to them. Not to each other. And eventually, like all things beautiful, the anticipation of reconciliation will soon become realized to be irreconcilable.

Day dreams are pain transferred from the unconscious and projected onto to the screen of the movie starring you and not me.