The Dream I See

When breathing without you comes so naturally,
Weeping becomes the dream I see.

The reality then becomes the dream,
and I find that I’m caught in between.

But then,
I find they’re the same.

And then I dream

And then I weep

And then I breathe

And then...

I see

Breathing without you isn’t natural.

It isn’t a dream.

It is real.

…I can’t breathe.

–Jess (JMF) Angel

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Author's Note: Very... loose. Not my best. This was just a piece improvised while chating with my cousin online many, many months back. Inspired by her melancholy mood. I started typing and this came out. But, despite its 'meh'-ness, I decided to put it up because somehow, I still like it.