Dream Boy
Having Trouble Trusting the Universe
I’d like to think of him as kind
A rolling laughter and bright eyes
this is selfish
Ignorant am I
for I will not know completely how he feels at this moment
He may be bawling, clutching his heart so close to you so that on day we can share a space
a space where we are both filled in what they call love
two fleeting specks on earth convinced that their own existence was meant for some other human that would wrap them in care and life
he may be laughing tremendously over something so intensely not intense
that is the fun of continuing to breathe
knowing that he is oh so unaware he will soon meet a part of me that even I have not been acquainted with
sparks will swiftly move into my belly when I understand we are meant to simply
be.
I hope he is everything that the stars can not fulfill
I hope he is hopeful
dreaming of him is easier this way
About the Creator
Aniah Bell
seventeen years young. a mess. trying not to be.
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