Blue and Red paint strokes

His Manic Pixie Dreams

She came to him in his dreams,

Her golden locks cascading upon him.

She had a blood-red pout that said:

“You know I can’t be real”.


For she wasn’t. She was nothing

But the creation of his perfect woman.

She was for him and for others like him.

He could not see her any other way.


She had no mind,

Her thoughts did not belong to her

Because she was his; she was not her own.

She was nothing more than a dream.


She looked in his eyes, caressed his hair

And said to him in honey-coated voice:

“Take life by its heels. Take it with me.

Do not be afraid. Your life is me”.


She completed him and now

He cannot live without her.

If she ever leaves, he will never be whole.

Only a man with manic-pixie dreams.

We acknowledge the Ngunnawal and Ngambri people, who are the Traditional Custodians of the land on which Woroni, Woroni Radio and Woroni TV are created, edited, published, printed and distributed. We pay our respects to Elders past and present. We acknowledge that the name Woroni was taken from the Wadi Wadi Nation without permission, and we are striving to do better for future reconciliation.