A COMMUNAL EXPERIMENT IN SELF CURATION

a Soul Project

archival : first morning :

There then comes a day
when you wake up from a long dream,
realizing its exactly the thing you couldn't place
that's been on your mind for ages.
I'm beginning to lose hope
of anything working out,
but that's not what
my dream was about.
I was trying so hard
to get a hold of him,
to make contact,
to meet up with him
just to see his smooth face,
his chestnut eyes,
to run my fingers
through his hair
because I haven't been able to
for months and months...
but after awhile,
I just woke up.

I never saw him in my dream,
but I remember feeling
such profound hope.

I look in the mirror
and see this girl,
this strengthening,
yearning girl,
and I feel sorry for her.