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In the Great Wide Somewhere, We Thrive
Prose Poetry
I like to believe in another universe we’re living different lives.
Maybe there you aren’t chained to a desk every 9-to-5, chipping away at the American dream that instead feels like a nightmare of capitalism, your wits burned away till all you can manage is a streaming session on the weekend.
Maybe there I won’t be bound by the laws of money and wills and egos, my art the main focus instead of a side-something, creativity ever at war with the tides of stressors of a world that says words and pictures are useless endeavors.
I like to believe that we’re happy in this other universe, far away from what we knew.
Maybe there we can fly to the tree tops and back down to the rivers, chasing each other till we lie dizzy in a patch of grass not made by human hands.
Maybe there we can dream in colors not of this world, rainbows by other guises, hopes in different forms.
I like to believe that this other universe values truth above deception.
Maybe there we can say what we feel without fear of rebuke or judgment or violence.
Maybe there we can voice all the sorrows and the pains without having to bury them inside our hearts to poison us from the inside out.
