No More Dreams, Good or Bad
You have to be awake for all of it,
I realised.
The hard eyes,
and the soft belly.
The monsoon days,
and the kamikaze nights.
You have to be awake for all of it.
You have to make the unbearable bearable.
You have to tell yourself into the part of the story
where you love the story and the story loves you back.
Because you have to be awake
for all of it.