Poetry | Stories | Photography
A sea of red and bright lights
bumper to bumper
Trying to get home from work
The bus rocks you to slumber
constructing worlds
A fantasy world full of nature
You bramble on a wild journey
animals talk to you
A dragon carries your luggage
A horn ruins your fantasy
You visualise a different person with a different life, while children on the other side of the world are visualising eating no food tomorrow.
Your identity is so wrapped up in the fantasy that your psyche becomes distorted.
A hike in the mountains calms your soul.
A fantasy,
a glimmer of wings and magic.
Did I dream, or was it a fantasy,
looking into the bathroom cupboard?
A fantasy,
a green fairy flutters before me.
Groggy,
waking up in the bathtub naked.
A fantasy:
no, it was absinthe and the cat.
C & K 