Two dreams. She lived in her own head, in a world a dream for years. She knew him. His heart met his. She felt a dream a world of dreams and fought to hold onto the dream the world.
He has no words or he has them but won’t share them. It hurt her, deeply. It hurt her heart when she woke. She woke up from the dream into a reality, her reality, her life full and awake and heavy from dreaming so long.
She finished her book of dreams and awoke.
Her body did her body does. She loved and she loves and she loves him. She breathes and holds her heart holds her middle. The dream a reality. She knows reality and she loves it. She woke to realize.
It hurts her this bittersweet reality, so close to realizing. So close to a palpable love, to what she dreamed would become reality to what is reality, what is real. She lives in her own body, in a world a reality for years. She knows him and is full of knowing. Her heart seeks his. He left. She feels a reality a world of reality and seeks desperately to hold the reality the world.
He has words and words and will he share them. They hurt deeply, fully. He seeks reality when he wakes. He wakes from reality into reality, his reality, his life full and awake and heavy from sleeping so long.
He finishes his play at reality and wakes.
His body did his body lives. He lives and he lives and he lives himself. He breathes and holds his heart holds his own. The reality a life. He knows life and he lives it. He wakes to realize.
It hurts them this bittersweet reality, so close to realizing. What wonder is love, to love what they dreamed they might love to sleep in love to awake fully to possibility. They live in their own bodies, in worlds in realities for years. They know them and are full of knowing. Their hearts seek themselves. They leave the dream, the past. They feel a reality a world of reality and seek desperately to breathe into one another the reality of their own worlds.
They have words and words and will they share them.