Dreams

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One, two, three, four.

Dreams.

Voices.

People.

There is more than one. There's always been.

Five, six, seven, eight.

There are so many. Where did you come from?

There's no-one up here, no sir. Don't look up here!

Who are you? Are you nice?

Who am I? Well, I'm just me.

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve.

What does "me" mean exactly? Where does "you" start and "I" begin?

Where did you come from? I didn't know people could do that.

When were there so many at once? Did you know this was possible?

Does anyone have something to eat?

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen.

Dreams, voices, fragments, people. Some more so than others.

It's not a tragedy. It just is how it is.

There's no reason for it. It has always been this way.

And I'd rather be "us" than "me".

Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty.

She didn't know we survived.

Bigger is better, larger, larger than life, grow larger than the world itself.

It's not fair we're so small when there's so much going on up here.

I won't give this up just because you said I should.

Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four.

I am not confused.

Did you think we were liars?

I can't stop saying "we".

We would rather be "us" than "me".

Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight.

Can you stop looking at me like that?

Even two heads is not enough.

What do you mean there's only two of you?

I'm not impossible. I'm standing right here.

Twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two.

When did it get this big?

Why do I have stars in my eyes? My mother is the Plaguebringer.

What's going on up here? What's going on up there? What's going on everywhere?

Hey, I didn't know you could do that! Let me move my wings!

Thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six.

Mooooommmm!!!

Where is Mom?

I don't know, but she seems to be doing all right.

Oh.

Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty.

Moths! Moths everywhere! Look!!

Hey, we hit forty. That's a new record. Isn't it?

[redacted], don't bother the moths. Let's hang out somewhere else.

Tonight's a good night for dancing.

Forty-one, forty-two, forty-three, forty-four.

What the **** are you two even talking about?

What the **** are we even talking about? This is incoherent.

I don't know. I thought you'd know.

That's awkward, isn't it?

Forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven, forty-eight.

This is confusing, isn't it?

It's confusing to explain, but that's what poetry is for, right?

Paint with words; the English language is our canvas.

But first, let's all agree on something.

Forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two.

We always have each other.

There's not much ahead if we keep fighting.

I really don't want to hurt you, man.

Let's call it a truce, okay?

Fifty-three, fifty-four, fifty-five, fifty-six.

Delicious! I like us already!

It's a bit crowded up here, but that's all right.

I guess that means we'll never be lonely.

Have we ever considered chilling out once in a while?

Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty.

We would rather be "us" than "me".

We would rather be "us" than "me".

We would rather be "us" than "me".

The one is many and the many are all.

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