My dream world has pointy ridges and snow capped mountains. No fancy rides to shoot me to the top.

My dream world has rivers with strong currents. They gurgle and churn like cold mouths.

My dream world smells of smoke, of charred endings and new beginnings.

My dream world echoes with sharp words from lips that taste just right.

My dream world has crooked noses, big ears that flap like wings.

My dream world has whirlwinds that carry hope in bubbles. They burst on my face like wet kisses.

My world has large, sticky webs that weave dreams with strings of faith.