I don't know why, but yesterday when I was trying to sleep, I suddenly thought about writing a poem about dreams vs reality (such great timing, right?). And so, this poem is birthed. I usually write prose and this is the first poem I had written in my free time (without being pressured by submission deadlines etc) ; u ; It's fun to write when there isn't pressure, but since every word means something, it's a challenge to convey meaning through so little words. Constructive criticism is highly appreciated! Feel free to share your interpretation of this poem too :D

Genre: Dark. It isn't exactly angst.

61w.

climb up

the vertiginous cliff

and reach out

for my hand.

am i grabbing you

to pull you up,

or am i grabbing you

to let you down?

you’re inviting me

with a smile

like it’s okay for wind to

take you away.

then,

keep falling,

falling

and falling

deep into utopic land

where reality will never wake you up

again.