WORDREALM

JANUARY 27TH, 2025

i saw a dream shaped like a music box swallow the world. we were dissolved in music, bodies disintegrating into ripplings in the air. i watched it all become the sounds of heaven, until there was nothing left but my brazen bull orchestra. i dreamt a music box sung the world into existence. ripplings in the air worm their way into matter and there they stay, humming the song of homesickness. off in the distance, far beyond the horizon, there is tower made from the hands i am missing.

i miss you more than anything.