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Of Memories and Perceptions

I think most of my memories
I believe to be true
are dreams that have occurred to me
time and again.
.
"My feet in a muddy puddle;
the fingers peeking out
and curling in.
Foggy eyeglasses
and hair that smells like petrichor.
The sky against a flock of doves swooping in sync.
A ladybug sliding along a leaf with brown whiskers,
falling into a half-filled coconut shell
and wiggling its wings
until my little finger comes to its rescue."
.
I think most of my nightmares
I believe to be real
are memories I've refused to feel.
.
"My feet cracking open
to something in its entirety.
Broken eyeglasses
and hair that smells like a polluted road map
leading to graveyards
where I've buried the skin I shed
every time I feel violated.
The sky gaping at me; drawing my soul into a trance.
A carcass floating on a half-empty coconut shell."
.
I'm just trying to find what's what
and nothing makes sense;
just like how it has always been- like
a breath trapped in a coffin.
Tangible, but strangely unreal.