Beautiful minds and bleeding hearts is all we have to offer one another. A gift and a curse, blurring the lines between the demons we battle and the ones we befriend. The heaviest burden is the one we carry inside our chests, laced with love and ready for war. Lungs lit with hope and smoke and all the words we never said, killing our youth in search of who we are. We bear this weight like an anvil, seeking the brightest stars in the darkest skies but barely able to lift our eyes to the light above us. Weren’t we going to change the world? Maybe we never stood a chance, but at least these lucid dreams keep us safe for now. You are the only light left in my eyes, and in this dream, we are immortal to all that we have made. Our souls roar like lions and echo through the ears of the demons we left behind. Life’s a mess, but we must survive.
