Dreamer poetry I’m a dreamer even when dreams crush and lash out a vitriol: ” I’ve got no fuel to go on” The void in my mind turns into a lush dream where to be empty is to be filled with space. Infinite and blue. Share this: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...