"He is underwater
The world has drowned
Yet he survives
He wears a diving suit
That has kept him alive
Every night
He ventures deeper into the abyss
Buildings remain in tact
There may be tenants
But when he knocks or calls
They don't answer back
He just wanders the streets
Continually looking for something unknown
Maybe paradise
Maybe rapture
Maybe solitude
Maybe a companion
Each day is the same
He awakes
In his insulated floating castle
He puts on the suit
It feels heavy
As heavy as lies weigh upon decent hearts
Yet he's grown accustomed to it
He wanders down uncharted alleys
Tries new things
But nothing ever sticks
And he eventually retreats
Back to his fortress
He sits alone up there
Staring out at a world that feels lost to him
He survives the changing tides
Merely existing
But never fully able to breathe
Years go by like this
He forges new pathways
But never reachs the surface
Yet he still gets closer to the edge
He is just a vagabond
Living in an hourglass".
I ask her what she thinks the dream means
The one that she's been having
On and off for weeks
She won't elaborate
But says that it is self explanatory
"We can be worlds within ourselves
But no world is meant to have only a single inhabitant".
I ask if she can represent this visually
She asks for a pencil and paper
We sit without words
Her hand gracefully gliding across the page
When she is finished
She shows me
I am startled to see
That the diver of her dreams
Has my face...