Oneirataxia (Greek)
"The inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality."
His voice.
Sweet and savory.
Words slipped from his mouth like honey.
He always spoke gently to everyone he met.
You wondered why the words he spoke to you didn't match the voice he had with everyone else,
why his words were hard like stone.
They burned an imprint into your brain every time he spoke harshly.
They popped and crackled, burning like oil on a hot stove.
But you held onto those scarce moments that soft words left his cracked lips.
You found comfort in the words that he used when he got scared that you'd leave.
He would beg and plead, hang onto that last thread of you.
You thought of yourself as a nice person so you stayed.
But was it worth it?
YOU ARE READING
Meraki
RandomMeraki [ may-rah-kee ] Greek (v.) to do something with soul, creativity, or love. To put something of yourself into your work. __________ This book is just going to be poetry and any writing I might do. Some writing may not be finished when I publis...
