what to run for find and protect the waking dreams that are sweet strong ropes that can wrap around you and everyone and help you forward into a future which is not just coldness which is as complex as you know just your earlobe is your childhood is everyone else’s whole everything is too
these ropes these hopes do not live only in dreams, even though yesterday felt like a dream. he told us about Swapna and Sucheta who loved each other. they were forced by homophobia to kill themselves. he showed us the photograph of them lying on straw, holding each other, outside, and through the camera and the projector and the fluorescent light in london we couldn’t smell the last air they breathed or the last food they ate, the things people need to live. this is worse than words can say. we didn’t feel the day get cold around their bodies which no one claimed. he also told us about how empathy brings solidarity brings change to love not being misquoted and strangled and turned into a bat or a gun, change which lives in dreams which live in this world in us in love that is already real toes that are already touching the earth and bodies stretching with eyes closed smiling in the sun spreading fingers in running water not in fear. we do not hope for this love to start existing. this love is here. don’t say dreams aren’t real. yesterday it mattered to be people gathering to speak lives to dream with eyes open to find and weave the ropes with threads and hands in the realm of waking dreams which is reality. which we can change.
these ropes these hopes do not live only in dreams, even though yesterday felt like a dream. he told us about Swapna and Sucheta who loved each other. they were forced by homophobia to kill themselves. he showed us the photograph of them lying on straw, holding each other, outside, and through the camera and the projector and the fluorescent light in london we couldn’t smell the last air they breathed or the last food they ate, the things people need to live. this is worse than words can say. we didn’t feel the day get cold around their bodies which no one claimed. he also told us about how empathy brings solidarity brings change to love not being misquoted and strangled and turned into a bat or a gun, change which lives in dreams which live in this world in us in love that is already real toes that are already touching the earth and bodies stretching with eyes closed smiling in the sun spreading fingers in running water not in fear. we do not hope for this love to start existing. this love is here. don’t say dreams aren’t real. yesterday it mattered to be people gathering to speak lives to dream with eyes open to find and weave the ropes with threads and hands in the realm of waking dreams which is reality. which we can change.