By Katie Anderton
I am a dream misplaced in a sea of thoughts. Waves like rain wash reveries away. I am wolves in the night feeding on life, catching the heavens and dressing them with snow. I am a thousand years old with nowhere to go. I am gray and I gray with each fleeting day. I am small towns in blank spaces, and you, well, you are faraway places. But you are the space, a galaxy of stains and lost airplanes that flew too close to the stars and burst into flames. And we are the chaos that steadies the night, disrupts the planets and destroys satellites. We are tragic and love to watch what tragedy does. Forevermore, never more than a dream.