Where The Dreamers Go

Today in class

I sat next to my best friend

And discussed a book we’d read:

“I loved the eerie warning behind it!”

“What? It’s just a love story,” she said

“Well, at some parts, but what about the book burnings?

The censorship of the people

the destruction of culture and literature

in an obsolete society?

The love story’s on the side.”

She wrinkled her nose and looked at me

“No… It was just a love story. Like the Hunger Games!

Besides, who thinks about weird shit like that anyways?

It’s depressing.”

I saw my friends classmates nod their heads at her

Shoot dirty looks at me


I swear I’m not

I just don’t belong here

I belong where the dreamers go.


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