I had a dream today I was at my childhood house. It was full of train hoppers and dirty kids and other people. All of them felt bigger than me.

FT. drawing OF OPOMOMOMOMO!!!!!!

I have this really old poem I titled "Do you want to waste your reality?" It features a drawing of Opomo, the opossum, saying these words and describing the life of Po. What would happen if he died. How much of a waste it would be. I don't remember writing this really. I found it again years later. And then I wrote a poem inspired by it.

waste your reality

a new era is upon me
one where i am my art
where all my feelings get out and i surround myself with people
to strengthen all of our inner selves
i understand something others dont
that fear is moldable and alive
we are our own gods
our words build worlds
death is traversible
this road is a blessing
its a prime opportunity

i dont seem to know where im at or how to express my feelings
i dont know if im safe and if im doing what i need to do
death is ever looming
i say i am not scared because i know death is not one to fear
i have died before
but im cautious of the threat
i crave safety and comfort
but its not for me to achieve
and instead to build
i want to inspire people to create a better world
this pit of anxiety grows inside
but i know who i am and i know how i got here
which is enough
as long as i live to inspire my sisters

i am my art i must be my art
and i must destroy the system
which every second i have

i dont rlly know what this feeling is
its new
its intense
its something i want to be able to express

i spent so long doing things that i didnt understand
and i dont rlly know what my intentions are besides to exist
and i realize there is all this poison in me trying to heal
and each person i meet represents something deeper inside me
and the only thing i can do is connect with them
and find more people

to be alive and not rot away
i do not want to waste my reality

i need people to read my words
i must become story
i am story

I've been doing not very well, my dreams have become wormholes. It's fascinating and different than what I have been dreaming of recently drastically. I have some magic to do. It doesn't make any sense to me now in words I can comprehend. What am I? What is this? What is inside of me?