Some people dream to create an alter reality

To escape the staleness of everyday life

when I dream I see the truth

The truth of who I am

Who i can’t be

Everything that i choose to be blind to

in the waking hours of the day

is revealed to me once the shadows come

Its like looking into a mirror

that only shows the ugliness of life

As if the light of day doesn’t make them clear enough

my Abuela said it was a gift

what kind of gift makes you wish for the peace of death