Aurora 2024

Carmela D’Agostino

Optimistic

i’m itching for the solace of escape too bad the earth is too flat for my taste. in my bag lay 5 albums, an instrument, and a paper lace of all the memories i’ll be leaving behind. nothing sounds more pleasant than the echoes of the hills i’ll forget my name and all the damaged windows i’ve built. lately every night i’ve dreamt the same old dream where a fish stuck in water finally swims out among the free it hurts when i wake up and find that in reality i got too much that leans onto me.

if i’m out there and just a loved one’s reverie, then this would be the last time i could hurt them ever again.

new memories could be fathomed without the baggage that i left. maybe i’m too optimistic about my solitude.

22