My dreams are made of this
me floating on air streams
at will, no fear of falling
I know I’m in control
Skating at full speed
luscious curves, never bumping
into anything
I know I’m in control
My days are made of this
– turbulence
– falling
– bumping
– slow motion struggles
– tmIoncloir-n
The prompt for today at OctPoWriMo.com was Split in two.
Unassorted stories 
I liked the contrast between dream and reality. The last line stumped me though. What does it mean?
I’ll explain, but someplace else. And probably not tonight. Tired!
Sleep well 🙂
Thank you! Just broke my brain on todays prompt, so the explanation will have to wait. I will happen. (Probably in November 😉 )
Oh that closer was just brilliant. Took me a second, but the twist on the theme, control, was wonderful. Going from freefall of your own volition, speed and drift velocities way too high to shedding that illusion, revealing the truth behind it. Amazing.
Thank you so much. I’m always amazed by the poetic qualities of your responses. They are eloquent and rich in imagery. A joy to receive!
It is a joy to read your poetry 🙂
As someone with type 2 bipolar disorder, the first two verses sound like hypomania and the third sounds like the inevitable drop into depression.
It’s a lot easier to deal with when it’s just the difference between days and nights. Shorter highs, but also shorter lows. And a lot less intensive. At least that’s what I imagine.
Yep sounds like mine too! Especially enjoyed the turbulence image!
Brilliant, Angela. I love the last line. like… WTF?? And yes, it’s EXACTLY what goes on in my mind when I’m feeling this down.
XO
Absolutely brilliant!❤
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