beauty + dreams + exceptional

my dreams tonight are
cold, a forgetful haze of
ice and snow, a blur
of grey and white. by the time
i wake up, i’m chilled right through.


there’s no beauty to
be found in these dreams, cold as
they are. all there is,
is an exceptional sight:
the horizon is all blank.


there’s waking, and the
horizon is bleak, black as
far as the eye can
see. it’s a jarring contrast
to before’s all-white landscape.


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