Bag of dreams

Because you have a bag of dreams you walk around with and I’ve always wanted to sneak a peak inside.

I remember when you accidentally spilled some on me and what a mess it was, the kind of mess you’d wait your whole life for, where you’re floating in an Aleph seeing faces, colors and worlds they’ve told you about before…

I saw myself in every color creation has known, Just the outfit I had in mind.

And it was like breathing for the first time. That’s all it was…

Your life is a zipper away I tell you but you are who you are, and I know someday I’ll lay hands upon it and I’ll never let you close it again, your bag of dreams.

Reviews

[InsanityWriter]

Again, you've written a spectacularly beautiful piece! I love the concept of a bag of a dreams... Excellently done. ;)

100/100

[Lamis]

I'm glad you liked it, I am very speechless!