anonymous

my dreams are my nightmares;
it's a gift and a curse.
i always see it coming before it has a chance to go.
sometimes it will take off.
with or without me.
what if it's going somewhere that i've always wished to see.
or maybe it's my mind playin' tricks on me.
wondering if it would wait for me or forsake me.
would it leave me wounded.
or maybe it is as intense as a stray bullet,
it isn't intended to destroy anything
but just keep me aware.
keep my mind open to the possibilities of how great things will be once i finally arrive there.
a place created for me.
my final destination.
my eyes will be prepared for this unexplainable presentation.
this has to be a blessing because i've been low on luck.
how could i get here on time when i could barely keep up.
something so great waited for me
my catastrophe created a masterpiece.
and just like the last gift under the christmas tree,
i will watch the present unfold.
this feeling couldn't be described with adjectives but only felt with the soul.
not wishing to regain anything that once was, something rusted and old.
or maybe this could be the greatest story ever told,
by someone else.
-anonymous.