Your dreams/ like long lost regrets/ linger in unused cupboards/ only to be aired/ with old friends/ who can remember us/ from when we used to dream.
The Oxford dictionary definition of a dream is‘A cherished aspiration, ambition, or ideal’.
What did you dream of when you were a kid? Of ice cream and days out? Of being an astronaut? Of being a princess or footballer? Of being a superhero or pop star? When you are a kid, your dreams are unfettered. The world is your oyster.
When did we stop dreaming? When we had to grow up and pay bills and do all the boring things that make life tick. Like go to work. Dreams are for kids or to be harboured in secret.
I am dressed. I am typing this fully dressed and showered. Today this is an achievement, a goal I set myself yesterday. Why? Yesterday was spent most of the day in bed, eating custard cream biscuits, and watching Asian American comedies, when I found myself crying in front of a poet’s Instagram page. ‘I can’t write as well as him’. ‘No one has ever loved me like that’. ‘My life is shit’. The never ending spiral of negative thoughts was in affect. Again.
If you are anything like me, being depressed; heartbroken; or just unsure about where your life is going may result in negative thoughts. It’s just that many of us don’t talk about these moments until they are over; many of us don’t reveal that we have these moments at all; and some of us pretend that they just don’t have these feelings. Recognise yourself?