False Awakenings: Pinhead

I crammed all of my

hopes and dreams and

love letters

onto the head ofa pin.

I felt like a pinhead

so small and


so, bravely naive

to believe I could become

what I had dreamed

that I could achieve

all that I had seen, in the unseen.


My pinhead was overflowing

the rest of the world, unknowing.

I was tossed like a needle

into a haystack of what could have been.