may i be the strings in your dream catcher?
those beads in your hair remind me of summer.
when we drank coffee on the beach, shared a pack of cigarettes and stared at the people passing by, remember?
we created stories for each of them.
i exist with gravity, over your head while you sleep.
watching you deny the invitation to dream.
i catch them with my feathers.
my strings absorb each scene.
i was laying on that beach last night, you know.
i stared at people walking by.
they stared back.
i created a story for them.
and they did the same for me.
for a minute, i thought i was dreaming.
you were next to me, i lit you a smoke.
you took a sip of coffee.
we lived in black and white.
and our lack of color replaced your dreaming, and i just watched you.
i thought of a way to get closer to you.
it didn’t work out, so my mind asked yours on a date.
it said yes, and they thought together.
they did what minds did.
and eventually they fell asleep.
and taunted themselves with silly dreams.
and i was there to catch them
existing with gravity.
above our heads.
on the beach.
