so I wrote them down,
as they came to me
trickled out one by one
even two by two.
there they were,
a list of travel destinations
commitments to love myself
and skills to accumulate.
then i started to lay out plans
fancy, intricate plans that seemed more like an
impossible machine
rather than a dream .
all of a sudden, my perfectly packed bags
they fell open in the middle of a train and/or bus station.
(i can't quite remember, i was in hysterics).
and I didn't quite realize,
but I had to quickly accept
that dreams and reality collide at frightening speeds.
here i go, packing my bags again
trying to find one of those dreams
written down years ago,
relics of an overactive mind.
