I dream in black and white,
slowly fading memories,
and silent screams
waking me in the dead of night
waking me with a sadistic grin.
I dream in color,
thoughts racing
quickly pushing me
beyond the my limit
beyond the point
where I stop standing on my own
and start falling harder
for everything I cannot touch.
It's disturbing
when fact
is more entertaining than fantasy...
and it gets complicated
when fiction is more believable
than fact.
Where am I now?
not with this shell,
not using these hands
not watching these words
fall from somewhere inside
onto this screen.
I am away,
wandering in the landscape
that I am afraid to travel
exploring places
where I used to stay
but have not seen in so long
that they are all new to me...
Learning things about myself
that I never should have forgotten
in the first place...
which is any place at all
besides here. |