It’s out of our hands, the dream we’re bound to dream



[post title: lyrics from Acid, Bitter and Sad by This Mortal Coil]


I will not compel you
to take the steps towards me
it is not my place
to convince you to reach out
you will have to find words
that show me what you’re wanting
we can share the dreaming
but only side by side.
I have waited lifetimes
but time is growing shorter
perhaps i am just destined
to walk this dream alone.




Photo Unsplash on Pixabay.
Photo Unsplash on Pixabay.


I’m beginning to wonder if there’s just something really wrong with me, after all.

I don’t know how to be different.

I write, as openly as possible, about my experiences with life, love, creativity, depression and not-depression. I share opinions. I promote compassion and change. I talk about music. I also write poetry and short stories. I like to share them here.

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