I was supposed to write a poem about the dreams I have while sleeping, but they have been awfully dull recently.

I don’t feel the need

To dream at the beach.

Why close my eyes,

When heaven is before me?

The crash of waves

And the rush of wind

Are the songs of the bells and harps.

The surfers are angels

Riding the waves with surprising elegance and grace.

The sun and moon

Act as the only higher power that matters.

A place that is heaven to me

Is the only place I don’t dream to be elsewhere.

When the sky gets dark

And the stars appear,

I am consumed.

Enveloped in the in-between

The weight of absolutes vanish

And the world is gray with paradox.

The world I dream of,

Where I can simply exist

Without having to be something

Manifested in reality

Why close my eyes,

When I am already in a dream?

This was written from a set of instructions, about something I can't quite wrap my head around.

I do not understand

How to have substance

When all I am is what others see

I don’t understand

How to prove I exist

Without someone telling me I do

I don’t understand how to be something

When inside I am nothing

I can’t swim

In the shallow pond I live in

When all I see are others in an ocean

Taking pictures of coral reefs

And posting them online

Because it didn’t happen

If no one saw

I don’t understand why I am empty

Why there's nothing beyond my disgusting flesh

But I do understand

That in being nothing

I can be anything