I dream of a world where…

Looming in the dark as the shadow takes over becomes unknown.

The fake face collapsing over quivering lips, silencing the screams that suffocates our flesh, and  hiding down the slashing pain from the existence of the breath we take,

Is no longer reality but a distant nightmare to never occur.

Where storms full of thunder only exist at funerals and not on a daily basis.

Letting the rays of our truth shine instead of hiding in the dark.

Our lips make sound rather than staying silent until breaking alone in the night.

This is what I dream about.