We Are Learning There is More to Life than Breath

I've been dreaming of him lately
and for the past three years. 

I understand living has everything
to do with dying
and not the other way around. 

I am aware there is irony
in sleeping till noon
and staying up past midnight. 

I am aware most people
are helpless or hopeless
or both. 

I understand that music is not the solution
to loneliness
or love
or falling out of either. 

We are learning that most questions
are rhetorical. 

I never want to wake up. 

Love to write

VT

YWP Alumni Advisor

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