My kingdom.
Temporary throne.
Chiselled with my imperfections.
Dangle my feet,
dance with the c l o u d s.
Ready?
Leap d
o
w
n
Freedom.
- Stephani Barbero
I dreamt of my grandfather last night.
He was dressed just like me. He looked younger than when he passed but I called him Paw paw, like I did as a kid. He told me not to be like him; not to escape through a high. He told me he was sorry he wasn’t around these days. He told me how much he hoped i could forgive him. He looked so much like me. It surprised me. I felt something I find hard to articulate now. But it hit home. Even though he’s gone, I’d like to see him proud. Eh, dreams.
