Just Out of Reach

poem

Everyone has that regret, that one big “What if?” that dangles in the depths of their memories, that Other Worlds Interpretation heartbreak that makes you want to hunt through the dimensions that may or may not exist and find that dream life doppelganger and whoop his ass.

The “What If?” fantasy worlds are tougher as an artist though because you keep reaching for them like the starving short man looking up the tree at the ripe yellow bananas.

Hope is that cruel charging station right up until the plug is finally pulled.