I had a dream about my father and it's quite rare that I ever do.
he was a child.
stubborn, whiny, and constantly fussy.
I think he wanted to be hugged more.
Loved more.
Held and kissed more.
I think dreams are the gateway to the past or future.
A little quantum realm if one might ask.
I woke up distraught and somber.
Questioning what this dream meant.
I think my father needs to be loved.
And not the kind of surface level love.
I mean a love that's deeper than the ocean or the very center of our earths core.
I think he needs to heal.
He's alive.
But somewhere he's lost and dead.
And I have an idea of where I can find him.

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Love, life, and everything in between.
PoetryNumerous poems about what love can do and how it hurts just as much. A collection of thoughts, feelings, and the universal experience of being a human being. Life! From ages 14-23.