Creator / imaginer: Dabbler in art, literature and sound.
There was a time
When every night,
I closed my eyes
Only to dream
Of chaos.
It taught me
To welcome
The daylight.
To be grateful
For another chance.
To be with
Those I love.
Those nights
Changed me.
They drove me
To create.
To question.
To rebuild.
To become better.
Without that chaos dreaming,
or that time of reinvention,
I would not be here today.
I am changed,
I have transformed,
I am no longer the other me,
Now I am this one.
The one before you,
Looks familiar,
Though altered at the surface.
Internally,
Everything remains.
Boxed up.
Packaged.
Placed into storage.
How does this version differ?
He’s a little more eccentric,
Odder,
Older,
More productive.
He has emerged
From strange places
And accumulated influences.
His mask remains ill-fitting,
But it will refine with time.
I enjoy his quirks.
His penchants.
His writing.
His attire,
His choice of music.
May he long avoid
Being tainted
By the world outside.
I like this version of me.
I hope he can stay awhile.
