Dream #41

We find the synergy and connection of our minds often implode.

Out of breath we sigh.

Fuck ourselves to distraction one more time.

When will conversations start to make sense and stop misbehaving?

Perhaps it’s the cravings that we’re cradling tight.

We might consider a change of heart.

Play our part, a new start, we’re weary.

But alive.

Blindly convinced things between us are right.

While multiple perversions occupy the undeniable issues in our lives.