From This Dream of You | Brooklyn, I'm Trying

an original piece inspired by street verse found in williamsburg.

this is a poem that i wrote inspired by something that crossed my eye along the streets and sidewalks of brooklyn. mana’s scattered script can be seen on the sides of buildings, within the white lines of crosswalks, smeared on the sides of dumpsters, and they tend to stop me in my tracks. an anonymous artist among so many anonymous artists, his prose has become somewhat of a 7-year scavenger hunt for inspiration. and from such was written this little piece, connecting us two artists. read it here and keep your eyes peeled for these amazing serial artists and creators who keep our hearts beating and our words flowing and who keep spreading the love.

tenderly I crawl from this dream of you.

making slow, deliberate movements.

feeling the unfamiliar air from this non-dreamscape fill my lungs.

inhale. exhale. inhale, exhale. repeat.

I’m slowly coming back alive

but with each step I feel myself losing some of me, some of us, some of what we once were.

a perfect harmony, a delicate existence. a flawless interpretation, a warm embrace.

if I hold my breath and stay still I can feel it come back,

I can catch a glimpse of you,

a whisper on my cheek, a lightness in my heart, a desperate hope pulling at my skin.

until it fades again.

this time, almost completely.

I’m more than empty. I’m deserted. I’m cavernous. I cry out.

I search desperately for my tracks, for a way back.

I try to stay calm, to close my eyes and breathe deep

so my mind might grant me access back into the dreamscape from which I’ve left.

back into that unreality, that bend in time, that transcendent state.

I hope I’ll stumble upon it, I hope I’ll recognize it again.

I hope it will recognize me as I float along, a shadow of my dream self.

leaving the best of me with you,

existing in an intangible embrace,

I’m yours alone, here, waiting.

until day fades to night and into it i become completely enveloped and waiting,

hopefully waiting.

From This Dream of You.

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