April

In an evening of stubbornness
i can hide anything
you want to find me??
Look in this little heart
i can see your real self
you are resting in your own sweet eyes
fragile face, i will hold it

i've had two recurring dreams
one is about chickens being slaughtered in a garden, i haven't had this one for a long time, which i'm glad about, but i've had it maybe ten times in my life i think
the other one is that i'm trying to leave somewhere, like a hotel (various hotels, it's not always the same hotel) and i'm trying to put all of my things into bags and suitcases and i can't do it, like there are too many things and i can’t seem to pack everything in time, i can't move fast enough, there are endless piles of clothes, and i'm trying to fold and pack them but the pile doesn't get smaller, it's so sad and frustrating, this is a dream i've had countless times, although not recently