Fall 2020 | Occasus | Issue 10
What Could Be
life never differs here.
it always follows the same pattern, like a black and white film that is grainy and marled. a cage, I often think— somewhere I’m kept hidden. in my dreams, I envision a stone. one that is dull, meaningless to every eye but mine. this stone represents freedom. it brings colour into my life, turning my black and white dreams into a sea of elegant greens, bursts of yellows that are the sun, and touches of purple like plums dangling from branches, waiting to be picked by my reaching hand. I long for this stone to come alive somewhere outside of my dreams. but until then, I shall fall asleep each night and imagine life as it should be: in colour. |
Meaghan Furlano is a Canadian writer and first-year sociology student at Western University.