This building is being taken back by nature. This is at Fort Worden, on one of the paths. Most of the buildings are being preserved. The roof is mostly gone with branches hanging down, so we were careful investigating.
We are having wet cool cloudy dark days and then bright blue sunny but still fairly cool days. I took this on a beach walk last week at the top of the stairs at Fort Worden. Gorgeous!
I am taking your dreams because you don’t want them. You don’t want him. Your small child. You let him out to play with me, for a while. But you say you you are always happy. You say things are perfect. You say our friendship is forever. Then you start to back away. You take music first: I can’t sing along. You stop teaching me your instrument. You stop me from listening to practice. You sing to me on my guitar but you never listen.
You keep me from your friends.
You keep me from your family.
You don’t want to say
that you love me as a friend.
The connection dies as you hack parts away.
Only the beach is left.
Your small child plays and laughs with me
at the beach.
And that is gone too.
I am hurt. I block the connection for a year.
A year is gone.
You won’t come back.
You can’t come back.
I do not want you back.
But I open the connection.
I want your small child
and all the monsters you keep hidden.
Bears and monsters, come.
Come with the small child and play.
Is it unethical to steal a soul
if it is not loved?
If it is not listened to?
If it is trapped and frightened?
I am stealing your dreams because you don’t want them.
And I do.
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I look for dream stealer myths. Not a succubus. Nor a dream weaver. Something else. Maybe something that is not textbook. Or a kitsune?
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Engaging in some lyrical athletics whilst painting pictures with words and pounding the pavement. I run; blog; write poetry; chase after my kids & drink coffee.
Refugees welcome - FlΓΌchtlinge willkommen I am teaching German to refugees. Ich unterrichte geflΓΌchtete Menschen in der deutschen Sprache. I am writing this blog in English and German because my friends speak English and German. Ich schreibe auf Deutsch und Englisch, weil meine Freunde Deutsch und Englisch sprechen.
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