I know how to fly

In my dreams, of course

But there’s still a process

I’ve learned I can fly easily if I just let it happen

But the second I start thinking too hard if I’m going to fall

I panic

I drop

and I wake up

But recently, I had another type of dream where coconuts rained from the sky

I remember I was walking under a hot, blistering sun with a crowd of people and we were so thirsty

none of them I really recognized, but I could feel that I knew them

a village of people, it was a lot of us

And we approached this big, old tree for some shade and at the base there was a woman waiting for us

She told me to ask for anything

I said to her I didn’t know what to ask for

But she insisted, to close my eyes and ask

Suddenly all these coconuts start raining from the sky

the sweetest coconuts, water bursting once we cracked them against the tree

I woke up with the taste still on my tongue.

There are a lot of things in my life I don’t understand

And plenty that I wish I could have more control over

But if I did,

my water would never be as sweet

as what He provides for me

p.s I wonder if God knows he’s my best friend