after the long detailed dreams
I’ll wake up to a terrible nose-bleed.
I never use to get them
back in the portion of my youth
when I didn’t dream,
but now it seems more and more
the sticky blood trickles down pass
my lips as the taste of iron sticks.
I’m not sure
I like to think it does
due to my uncanny ability
to travel to any land – fictitious or not – travel to any point in time,
became any person I deserve;
a universal jumper.
for me, is a kinder reason for it.
for me, let’s me live as many lives as I’d like.