askew

These words remind me of Chris Monday and magic.

‘TEN’

In a dream more real than his daytime,
a grown man meets himself.

Himself at just ten. With the light
in his eyes. And the world in his heart.

He sets out to explain to his
young self why he’s taken the
road to someone else’s somewhere.

But he can’t.

And in the deafening silence
he shakes uncontrollably.
As the years of an
unconsidered life spill over.

And in that silence everything
changes. Forever.

Perhaps the ten year old
had been his
very soul in disguise.

Come to shake him
from the prison of his daytime.

WORDS BY NIC ASKEW. NIC’S WORDS & FILMS CAN BE FOUND AT SOULBIOGRAPHIES.COM

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