Dream Prologue

[Zoya Speaks]

What is it if you can’t touch it?

What is it if you can only feel it?

Is it real?

There’s been brilliance and breakthroughs

Disasters, lost lives and lovers

But when you want something so bad would you kill for it?

Break your own heart just so you can keep dreaming it?

Once upon a time even a kiss couldn’t wake me up from this

Once upon a time even a kiss couldn’t wake me up from this



So I rest in this Kingdom in the aftermath of my own war

Between a bad seed and a twenty-something year old dream

I was seventeen

Holding a red cup and a ticket stub

Living life too loud, too proud with no real consequence

‘Cause there's pills to take to clean up our mess

And our weapon of choice is the Internet

We hide inside our tweets and texts

Caught on video tapes

Slaves to fake confidence



Now I learned to use secrets as currency

Now I learned to talk less and say more

My jaw was sore from spitting my history out

To the humans i chose to collect

Or better yet - explore

It’s the consequences of globetrotting

And I may be a doomed romantic

And I may cling onto strangers’ words like it’s the best advice

An ounce of vanity

An ounce of modesty

And a pinch of spite

But who am i, without me?

Who could I even be without this dream?